#she just more reach and influence if eddie is famous

[findafight]

Severely neglected component of modernish rockstar Eddie fics is Robin deciding to become an internet hater for Eddie. Like she finds out Eddie is semi/famous and is like "oh, you know what'll be hilarious?" And makes a twitter account dedicated to dissing him. You cannot convince me she wouldn't. Eddie knows she runs the account (it's not even negative it's just to rag on him. Tweets like "Eddie Munson seems like the kind of guy who would tell his friend he'll get her dr pepper and then get some bullshit knockoff. What the hell is a peppo" and "Eddie Munson has probably gotten so distracted by his SO that he walked into a wall and then was still so distracted said SO thought he was concussed." Or "Jeff is actually the best member of CC Eddie probably walked on cafeteria tables in HS" And of course "everybody says I hate on Eddie too much but they don't know he woke his SOs bff up just to ask if there was any peppo left. Twice.") But he can't do anything about it. It's a bit of a meme, because the account never says anything actually mean about Eddie, or his music. Just. Bizarre hypotheticals. (They are not hypothetical)

People are like "how do you feel about EddieMunsonh8r at twitter dot com"

And he has to grit his teeth and say people can have their own opinions about him, ignoring the fact that Robin was literally sitting beside him poking him when she tweeted earlier that day about him wiggling his fingers and saying he'd like to have a little morsel (in reference to cheezies).

When asked why she does it she just says "to keep him humble. And also it's funny to see if people believe he would do this stuff."

Gareth proposes one of them make an account like that about Steve, semi famous stuntman who's doing some more acting now, and the next day Robin tweets "CC seems like the kid of guys who'd make a fake hater account about Steve and use actually silly billy things he does as content" (Jeff tattled)(Eddie groaned)(Steve and Robin cackled)

[allforhader]

Grief Group

Richie Tozier x (M) Reader

Warnings: Langauge

Part 1 | Part 2

“Eddie!—“

“WE CAN STILL SAVE HIM”

“Eddie! Eddie—!”

——-

A year later...

“You should go to this support group. I’ve been a couple times but it’d be a big help Richie”

“Don’t lecture me Bill”

“I wasn’t even lecturing! I’m just telling you. There’s a great support group that I used to attend and I think it would do you some good”

“Okay. Whatever. Send me the details and I’ll go the next one”

“Perfect!” Bill smiles picking up his phone from the table and immediately sent Richie the details as he continued to brood over his food. “Hell you can even meet someone-“

“Okay—In what regard?”

“A friend?” Bill scoffs to Richie’s defensive attitude. “Come on. You’re not replacing him. It’d...just be nice. To relate with someone that isn’t another loser or Patty”

“I guess”

When the time came to go to the grief group, Richie sat in his car for an hour beforehand. He didn’t really want to go. But if he’s being honest, therapy doesn’t help when it’s one on one.

“I hate you Bill” Richie states before finally getting out of his car heading into the building.

The grief group is well, a group grieving over someone they lost, and they sit in a circle like you used to do in kindergarten. Except show n tell is more with real life traumas instead of a stuffed animal from grandma. But everybody engages in conversation before coming together for group.

“New here?” A lovely woman approaches Richie who found himself hugging the wall.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Well, you don’t have to speak for your first time if you’re not comfortable. Just know it’s a safe place to do so” She smiles resting a reassuring hand on Richie’s shoulder before going to take her seat. “Alright let’s group up!” she says with a smile. Misleading smile.

Richie walks over taking his coat off and resting it on his chair before taking his seat. A few people are around his age, very few elderly, and it’s said seeing a handful of 20 somethings. Could be their parents or a lover. God...a lover. His attention instantly drew toward a man sitting beside him. Petite. Built. Good genetics by still having a full head of hair. He knows Bill can rock a silver touch, but this guy can as well. What the hell is Richie thinking.

“Well shall we get started?” The lady states once everybody was settled. “It’s nice to see new faces, just a reminder we are here to listen and support one another during a difficult time in our lives. My name is Linda and I lost my husband three years ago in a car accident”

“Tsk...three years” The man beside Richie states as everyone looks at him.

“It’s always nice to see you here Y/N”

“Pfft. Likewise” Y/N laughs sitting up in his seat taking his tie off while doing so.

“Would you like to share? How was the funeral?”

“Okay well first off. For the new faces. Hi my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and I lost my fiancé in a hit n run about four months ago”

Four months...shit. Richie can remember vividly how much it hurt when Eddie died and how fresh the wound was around the first few months. He can only imagine what Y/N must be feeling.

“The funeral was fine. Lovely. For a funeral. His parents and mine wanted me to talk. But I didn’t want to”

“Why?” Richie suddenly asks when he meant to just think it. “Oh sorry I-“

“Nah it’s fine. It’s a valid question. Why wouldn’t I want to talk at my own fiancé’s funeral? Probably because my last words to him were fuck you” Y/N’s honest during these meetings. Like Linda said.

It’s a safe place.

“Well Y/N there are things we regret for saying to our deceased loved ones as our final words to them. But we also regret what we should’ve said instead of what we did” Linda states as a few members of the group agree with her but Y/N wasn’t up for it.

“You said it was a hit and run?” The youngest out of the group that Richie spotted spoke up. “You can get justice for his death Y’know Y/N”

“His parents are doing that shit. I don’t want to be involved.”

“I would” Richie looks at Y/N catching more stern look. “Wouldn’t you want to feel relieved that...you got justice”

“Did you? Mr. Comedian?”

So someone does know who he is. And it’s the one that’s quite the ball buster with an attitude.

“Did you get justice for the lost of your loved one?”

“Sir you don’t have to share if-“

“No no. I’m good” Richie straightens up giving Y/N a look before looking to everyone else. “I’m Richie Tozier, and I lost the love of my life a year ago. He was murdered.”

The gasps coming from a few had a lot of mixed feelings. It’s the famous comedian Richie Tozier. He’s gay? His love was murdered?

Y/N retracts in his seat but relaxes kind of feeling awful for trying to push a button he’d know for a fact, wouldn’t want to be pushed on himself.

“So...justice?” Y/N frowns looking at Richie sharing an exchange.

“Yeah. I got justice. But not how you’re going to get it”

“Let me guess. The asshole died? Before you could lay a hand on him?”

“Something like that” Richie reassures with a half smile before looking down in his lap.

And that was the last of both of them talking. The rest of the group continued with sharing and keeping IN MIND OF OTHER’S FEELINGS. Excuse me.

When the group dispersed, Richie headed out of the building finding Y/N hitting a smoke outside. He walks over beside him giving him a blank stare.

“Want one?”

“If you’re offering”

“Well, you were staring. Assumed more than offer on my own terms” Y/N states reaching for the pack and lighter in his back pocket handing it to Richie. “So, Richie Tozier at a grief group. That’s a sight for the papers”

“How much you want to be there’s going to be a picture of me in that group somewhere around social media?”

“A round of drinks” Y/N laughs taking his phone out as Richie lit his cigarette.

After typing in the comedian’s name in the twitter search bar, and there were a few tweets about it. But no picture. So fans are calling it fake news. Y/N shows Richie while taking back his pack after putting out his cigarette.

“So, who’s paying?”

“I will. I was a dick in group” Y/N smiles putting his phone away.

After a long walk to the nearest bar and stealing the last booth. Y/N set down a scotch for the comedian and a bottle of vodka with two shot classes.

“You drink a whole bottle?”

“I pay for a whole bottle. But for the most part. I can’t handle past three shots” Y/N states popping open the bottle. “You want one?”

“Pour it” Richie states as he takes a sip of his scotch. “So...who forced you to go to grief group?”

“Well, I sat in the waiting room as my fiancé died in an OR. So a nurse did when I got a bag of his belongings”

“Shit I’m sorry”

“Nah. You asked. I’m only going to be honest with you and answer it” Y/N smiles before handing him his shot as he took down his just to pour another one. “Can’t believe people can’t handle vodka.”

Richie coughed after downing his which caught a laugh from Y/N.

“See. Can’t handle”

“I’d like to see you handle tequila”

“Gross. Yeah no. Vodka is my death wish. Ain’t adding tequila to the party” Y/N says as he takes his phone out after getting a number of texts from his parents. “Idiots”

“Who?”

“My parents. They’re worried but yknow. My death wish” Y/N raises his second shot before taking it down.

“At least it’s just two people bugging you. I have four”

“I wouldn’t see it as bugging. It’s annoying but Y’know” Y/N shrugs watching Richie take his bottle to pour him another shot for the both of them.

“They only mean well” Richie states clinging shots with Y/N before regretting it. “Mm—shit dude. I don’t see how you can handle this crap.”

“Mm. Death wish” Y/N shrugs.

“Man. I remember the first few months...my friends wanted to put me in AA because I’d drink until I blacked out. But come on. Not to be rude to my friends who I consider my family, but their lives got better after everything.”

“Leaving you behind to grieve.” Y/N states taking his scotch to get a different taste in his mouth. “Yeah. I’m sorry you went through that. And well still? Or you wouldn’t be in grief group”

“My best friend out of them all suggested it. So I listened. Didn’t want to. Sat in the parking lot for an hour”

“Yeah. Honestly I know I’m not the best influence. But if you need someone who’s willing to relate without the rest of the world moving on?” Y/N held his hand out for Richie’s phone and was handed it to him with no hesitation. “You can text, call, whatever. Just not during the stereotypical work hours during the week”

“What do you do?”

“As much as I wish I had as much free time as you did. I’m a journalist.” Y/N says calmly saving his number in his phone handing it back. “And no. I won’t put this in an article. Even if it would give me brownie points”

“Man. Journalists have a harder time than I do. For the most part and from my knowledge” Richie laughs a bit as Y/N rolls his eyes smiling. “Y’know what. Fuck it. My manager will probably drop me but it won’t be hard to get a new one. You can put out an article that I’m back. I’ll send you stuff to support it cuz fuck it right? You only live once”

“You only live once” Y/N smiles laughing a bit to that. “But as much as it would be fun. To write about a well known comedian? We live in LA and...it’s going to be a bitch finding another to support you.” He got up from the booth grabbing his bottle resting his hand on Richie’s shoulder. “You need someone to care about you other than yourself and well the ones closest to you. I’ve got your back Rich” he says making his leave.

He’s got my back.

[ghostnebula]

Let’s have some hurt Eddie with Richie trying to comfort him. Make me sad with all the feels 😢

Oh bby you KNOW that’s all I write ;)

The Losers are all supposed to meet at the clubhouse for family movie & game night (thanks to Richie’s transistor TV they can watch movies out there now). It’s a Saturday and Eddie is a typical amount of late. He always has to deal with an interrogation from his mom when she catches him trying to leave the house and they’re all kind of used to it by now. 

Except then he’s... late late. Like, they’re halfway through the movie and there’s no sign of him? Richie’s getting a little antsy because now it’s dark out and he’s imagining the worst (Eddie’s influence has made him an expert in catastrophizing). Is he lost in the woods? No way; they could find their way here with their eyes closed. Did someone get hold of him, the way Bowers used to? Even with him gone, there’s a little bit of evil and cruelty in most Derry residents, so there’s no such thing as total safety for them, especially not Eddie, who gets tripped in the hallways at school on a daily basis and who’s had to kick people twice his size in the nuts when they they tried to beat the shit out of him, and who’s had FAG and QUEER spray-painted on his driveway three times already this semester. 

So maybe he’s right to be imagining worst case scenarios. Maybe Eddie is dead in a ditch. Maybe someone finally made good on those threats carved into the benches at Bassey Park and the interior of the Kissing bridge, hidden in the shadows: “kill the homos” and “stick nails in eyes of all fagots” and other things, worse things, more gruesome the further you go. And maybe the way his heart is pounding and his lungs feel heavy is warranted, and so is the urge to go out there and find him, make sure he’s okay.

For once, he hopes Eddie’s been locked in his room for some trivial reason that only his mother understands.

He’s just standing to announce he’s leaving, all eyes turning to him, when the clubhouse door creaks open and Eddie’s favourite red running shoes appear at the top of the ladder, and Richie thinks that holy fuck he’s drunk on the relief that washes through him. 

Eddie hits the bottom of the ladder and everyone is staring at him, assuming he’s going to offer some kind of crazy explanation about why he’s late, but when he finally lifts his head his face is shining with tears, eyes swollen and cheeks splotchy, but he’s put on a smile anyway, a feeble little thing, and his voice is thick when he says, “Sorry I’m late.”

Richie’s across the clubhouse and standing in front of him in an instant, and it’s worse when he’s up close because he realizes the swelling around his eyes isn’t just from crying, but there’s purple creeping along under his eyebrow and spreading high across his cheekbone. Dark marks, like fingerprints, are scattered across his chin and jaw and down towards his throat, and some are elongated like pressure from the whole finger -- or maybe the whole hand -- was held for too long, and all around those are tiny bleeding crescents and longer, deeper scratches from fingernails. When he swallows Richie can see the discomfort in it, and his, “Hi, Richie,” is too taut. 

“C’mon,” Richie says, pressing a hand between his shoulders to direct him to the sofa where the Losers are lounging, and he’s shaking, just enough for Richie to feel under his hand, but he’s still keeping that brave face even while Bill moves to make space for them and Richie drags him down to sit with Eddie’s legs draped over his lap, half on top of him, an arm curling over his shoulders. He doesn’t have to ask to know. This might be the worst it’s been yet, and he knows they’re all wishing right now that Bev was around to help. She understands. She knows what to do, better than any of the rest of them. She’d know just what to say, not like Richie, whose parents would never, not even when he’s acting his worst. So what he says is, “It’s alright,” and, “I’m sorry.” 

He watches Mike’s hand slip slowly into Eddie’s where it’s resting on his leg and squeeze, and more silent tears slip down Eddie’s cheeks, face pressed to Richie’s shoulder, gaze unfocused. Mike can probably feel him shaking, too, and it kills them all to know there’s nothing they can do, because they’ve exhausted all their options, and all they’ve got going for them is that in the fall, they’re going to college together, and they’re all leaving this shithole behind and Eddie will never, ever have to see that bitch again. 

Eddie is eerily quiet while they sit there, Richie’s hand rubbing up and down his back, Stan pressed up close beside them. Eventually Richie grabs his other hand and curls their fingers together because Eddie’s own nails are biting into his palm and coming close to drawing blood. He doesn’t relax much but it’s enough. The credits roll on their movie, which no one is actually paying attention to anymore, but the quiet is tense, and finally Richie says, “You can talk to us,” but Eddie only shakes his head, biting down on his lip, and he’s too quiet; it’s almost scary. Richie looks at one of the bruises high on his throat and thinks he could kill Sonia Kaspbrak, he really could, despite his claims to pacifism and the little doodle on his new converse that says, “Make love not war.”

“We’ll stay here tonight,” Richie decides then and there, and there’s no dissent from anyone else, so when Eddie nods Bill starts delegating, directing the other Losers to go get the things they need from their houses, to get extra blankets and pillows, snacks and drinks, air mattresses and flashlights. They all ascend the ladder with promises to return shortly and then it’s just Richie and Eddie left curled up on the couch. 

The second the door closes Eddie makes a choked little sound and then he’s crying again, loudly this time, shoulders jumping with each breath, and Richie’s pressing kisses to his forehead and hauling him the rest of the way onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him like a vice, like he can hold him together. “I don’t wanna go back,” Eddie says against his shirt and Richie has to blink away his own tears. “She hates me. She hates me, Richie.”

Because even if she did love him once, so much that she was willing to hurt him to protect him, it’s gone now. Now that he’s embraced some vital truths about himself, even at the risk of his own safety. And this is the worst it’s ever been.

“Let’s leave, then,” he says without processing the thought properly. But he means it, he really does, and he doesn’t mean just the two of them. He means Bill, whose parents have been borderline catatonic since 1988 and left him to pretty well fend for himself. Stan, who’s father is just as bad as Eddie’s mother but in ways that don’t leave marks. Mike, who’s been the target of racism his entire life and who has to live looking over his shoulder with every step he takes. He knows they wouldn’t argue. They’ve already discussed it, albeit jokingly. 

They’ll pick up Bev on their way to nowhere and it’ll be the Lucky Seven against the world. They can manage with just the seven of them. They can find money, they can figure out food. They can get a cramped apartment and sleep on the floor, or cram themselves onto a bed so close together they can hardly breathe, and it’ll be just fine. It’ll be fine if they’re away from here and they can feel safe, and if Richie can know they’re all safe, can have them in arm’s reach at all times. 

“Please,” says Eddie, softly, breathing already slower, less like he’s verging on an asthma attack, and Richie commits himself to getting Eddie the fuck out of this town as soon as humanly possible right then and there, still holding him like he’s about to fall apart. 

“Okay.” Richie smiles a little and Eddie reflects it and it doesn’t look as strained as before, when he tips his head up to stare at him. “We’ll get you the hell out of Dodge. Get a nice mansion in L.A. Become rich and famous. It’ll be a huge middle finger to this garbage town.”

There’s a little puff of air against his throat that might be the beginning of a laugh. “Dream big, I guess.”

[kickmag]

R.I.P. Little Richard

Rock and Roll pioneer Little Richard died today of bone cancer at age 87. Richard was mentored by Sister Rosetta Tharpe, the foremother of rock when he was a teenager in the 1940s. She allowed him to open her shows and inspired him to become a professional. Ike Turner's intro on "Rocket 88" gave him the motivation to become a piano player. Richard had a few bands and recording contracts with RCA and Peacock Records before he signed with Specialty in 1955 and that year he had his first hit with "Tutti Frutti." His success continued in the '50s with "Rip It Up," "Long Tall Sally," Lucille," "Keep A-Knockin'" and "Good Golly Miss Molly." His influence was immediate and The Beatles,  Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Gene Vincent, The Everly Brothers and Eddie Cochran covered Richard's songs. Ray Charles, James Brown, Sam Cooke, Otis Redding and Bo Diddley all recognized Richard's contributions to music. Brown said that Richard put the funk in the rock beat. The screaming, wild hair, colorful makeup and androgynous appearance was an archetype that would later be emulated most famously by Prince.

His rise happened during segregation in America but Little Richard became one of the first Black artists to crossover and reach white and Black audiences in concerts and on the charts. He was recognized for this achievement in 2015 by the National Museum Of African American music. Little Richard's religious beliefs made him leave secular music for a while in the late '50s but he returned in 1962 and the following year he saved a failing tour that featured The Rolling Stones, The Everly Brothers and Bo Diddley. The success of this tour led to him getting his own TV special The Little Richard Spectacular that was so popular that fans wrote 60,000 letters and the show was rebroadcast twice. It was during the '60s when Jimi Hendrix joined Richard's band briefly before leaving over money issues and competition over the spotlight.

Little Richard left music again in the '70s to be an evangelist and released a gospel album God's Beautiful City. His interviews revealed a lifelong conflict about his sexuality; he referred to himself sometimes as gay and omnisexual but denounced homosexuality later in life. He would have another comeback in the '80s after Charles White released an authorized biography about Richard's life. Richard appeared in the movie Down and Out in Beverly Hills and wrote a song with Billy Preston for the soundtrack.  He did more television and film and was quick to tell everyone about his influence on the contemporary artists of the time. When Michael Jackson purchased The Beatles' publishing Little Richard's was included and Jackson gave it back to Richard. In 1990, he made a guest vocalist appearance on Living Colour's "Elvis Is Dead."

In 2000, Leon played Richard in the biographical film Little Richard. He gave his last concert in 2014 and that same year he was portrayed by actor Brandon Mychal Smith in the James Brown biopic Get On Up. In 2017, he did a televised interview with Christian Three Angels Broadcasting Network. Although he was in the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame's first class of inductees and received other awards like the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1993 he was still not as famous as his white contemporaries. Richard's rock blueprint was far-reaching and Andre 3000, Bruno Mars and Chris Cornell are just a few more artists to have been influenced by him. In 2019, Maggie Gonzalez of Macon, Georgia, Richard's hometown, started an online petition to have a statue erected on him. Little Richard also received the Distinguished Artist's Award at the 2019 Tennessee Governor's Arts Awards.

[ehkw1989]

Four Loves - A Choices Crossover Imagine

Pairings: Michael x MC (High School Story), James x MC (The Freshman), Liam x MC (The Royal Romance) and Drake x MC (The Royal Romance)

Ratings: NSFW, some swear words, fluffiness, angst, some hints of smut

A/N: The basis of this imagine came about from a conversation I had with my friend a long time ago.  We were discussing the different types of romantic loves they are and how sometimes, if we’re very lucky, the people that we share the four romantic loves with are the same person.  Please like, reblog or comment if you’ve enjoyed this imagine.  Italics are flashbacks and tags are at the bottom.  As usual, any feedback is greatly appreciated. Love, Edith

Word Count: 3308 words, not sure what happened.

A soft knock on the bedroom door interrupts Evelyn’s routine as she prepares herself for bed.  She is about to call out to ask who it is but before she could do so, she can hear her daughter’s voice through the door, “Mom, are you still awake?”

“Yes, Astoria.  Come on in, my love.” Evelyn turns to face the door as it opens.

“Am I interrupting anything? Is Papa here?”

“Your papa is here and of course, you’re not interrupting anything. Is everything alright?”  Evelyn reaches for her daughter, her forehead creased with worry.

“I just . . . I just wanted to ask you something.  Nothing’s the matter.” Astoria smiled at her mother, wanting to put her at ease.

“Ask away.” The older woman smiles back, waiting patiently as her daughter gathers her thoughts.

“It’s about . . . love.  I . . . don’t know what . . . How . . . how did you know what you had with Daddy was love?”

Evelyn looks at her daughter thoughtfully, gathering her thoughts before she could answer.  “I didn’t know what kind of love it was until I realized it too late.” She admitted.

“What kind of love?  Isn’t there only one kind when it comes to romance?  It’s . . . isn’t it Eros?”

“Eros is one of them.  But there’s four types of romantic love experiences that most people go through.  Your Uncle Thomas once told me that there were four kinds of romantic love.  There’s Phileo, Eros, Storge, and Agape.”  Evelyn looks at the photograph on the bedside table wistfully before continuing.  “And I’ve experienced all four.”

“Was the love you had for Daddy eros?”

“No, love, it was storge.  It’s the kind of love you have when you’re in a long-term relationship.  It’s a very powerful love.  It’s one of the most passionate and best loves that I have ever had in my life.” She smiles at her daughter. “It was the best love that I have had in my life because you were born as a result of this love.” She brushes her daughter’s hair away from her face lovingly as they share a smile.

“What about the other ones?  Phileo, eros and agrape?”

“No, darling, agape.  Is this about Eddie?  Isn’t he the son of Ezekiel and Penelope?”

“Yes, the future Duke of Portavira. It’s not just about Eddie; it’s about Eddie and me.” Her daughter blushes. “I was dancing with him and we were talking about love, future and relationships.  I wasn’t sure what to think so I wanted to talk to you about love and all the experiences that you have had”

“I’m glad you came to me.” She kissed her daughter on the forehead.  “I wasn’t sure about anything when I was in my relationships.  Well, maybe except for one.  Anyways, which love of mine do you want to hear first?”

“Whichever one you want to tell me first.” Her daughter snuggles up to her as they lay together in bed.

“Well, I can start with phileo love.  That’s what most people experience first; it’s also known as puppy love or your first love.”  Evelyn continues to tell her daughter the story of the puppy love that she had experienced at Oliver M. Berry High.  “His name is Michael Harrison.”

“Michael Harrison?  The Michael Harrison, the famous director?  He just won an Academy Award!”

“Yes, that Michael Harrison; I actually received an invitation to the awards but I turned it down.  I don’t think your Papa would have liked that but let me continue.”

“Evelyn, come quick!  There’s been an . . . umm . . . accident at the school parking lot!” Evelyn hears as Luis runs towards her.

“Oh really? What kind of incident?”

“A . . . huge one!”

“Good or bad?”

“You just really need to come see it, okay?”

“Luis, you’re not great this whole ‘lying’ thing, are you?” Evelyn smiles at him.

“You just need to come quick; just come!”  Luis looks sheepishly at her.

“Of course, Luis.  I’m just pulling your leg.  Lead on!”  Evelyn follow Luis towards to parking lot where she can hear a familiar song playing in the distance.  They turn the corner to see Michael holding a stereo standing next to his motorcycle, smirking at them.

“Michael Harrison, what are you doing?”  She laughs.

“Paying homage to one of the most iconic teen movies of all time while asking you to prom.”

“So, even when he was at high school, he was already directing people around to set up scenes?” Astoria grins at her mom.  “You sure know how to pick them.”

“I do, that’s how I picked your daddy.”

“But what happened to you guys?  Because Michael Harrison is definitely not my father.”

“Michael, I got accepted to Hartfeld University.”  Evelyn peers at him anxiously as she tells him of the news.

“That’s great!  That’s what you were going for anyways.  I  . . . ahh . . . I got accepted to USC.  Just got the letter today!” He waved the package in his hand excitedly.

“We’ll be so far apart.” She whispered sadly as moved to embrace him.

“I know . . . but don’t you think it’s time?  We knew from the beginning that this might have happened.”  He kissed her forehead gently.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t believe in saying goodbyes.  Can I say I’ll see you later, Evelyn Carter?”

“Not yet, Michael.  Afraid you’re stuck with me for the rest of this summer.”

“Well, most puppy loves don’t last long.” Evelyn sees the worried look in her daughter's eyes, “What you and Eddie have isn’t phileo love, darling.  It’s deeper than that, more emotional;  I don’t know what it is but I know you’ll find out together.” She smiles at her daughter.  “But to answer your question, Michael and I came to an understanding that we couldn’t love each other thousands of miles away and that we had to say “see you later” eventually.  And to this day, whenever I hear “In Your Eyes”, that song from the famous teen movie he’s talking about, I still thank Michael and the innocent love that we shared.”

“Aww, Mom, that is so sweet.” Astoria wipes some tears from her eyes.  “You’re right though, Eddie and I don’t have phileo love, that’s for sure.  I can’t see myself living without him.  So that’s phileo love, how about eros?  Isn’t that supposed to be the love of your life?”

“Eros love is what you experience when you think you found love.  It’s not so much as a emotional love, rather than a sexual love.” Evelyn blushes as her daughter smirks at her.  “It’s influenced by . . . um . . . physical attraction.  Oh, honestly, you’re 21, I will go ahead and say it.  It’s really like a lusty kind of love?  After all, eros is the root word for erotic.”

“And you had eros love with?”

“James Ashton.” Evelyn blushes at the memory of some of steamy encounters she had with James.  “We went to Hartfeld University together.”

“Wait!  The James Ashton!  Mom, how do you know all these famous people?  Didn’t he write Working Title?  And Rosethorne Park?  And his Victorian gothic romance series are so . . .” Astoria fans herself as she prattles on.

“Well, as the Duchess of Valtoria, I’m famous too, you know!  I actually co-wrote Working Title with James.”  She admits. “It was the last play that I ever wrote with him before breaking up with him after graduation.”  Evelyn smiles at the memory of James and her collaborating on Working Title.

“I can see it now.  Our characters sweep across the stage and introduce the world through the magic of song.”  James gestures towards the stage dramatically.

“That sounds like a solid opening.  I’m glad I’ve got a veteran at my back here.”

“I was born in a theater, my dear.” He grins at her.  “Perhaps later, we can go backstage for some walkthroughs?” He winks at her as Evelyn blushes.

“Focus, James Ashton!” Evelyn scolds him before breaking out in laughter at her pretend seriousness.  “Or you can take me here.  Have you ever been ridden in a theatre seat?  There’s a first time for everything.”  A flush began to appear on James’ face, her hand began to trail up his thigh only to draw away before continuing.  “So, our play needs a protagonist.  And I’m imagining a heroine.  Okay, she’s a good girl gone bad.  She’s had enough of life giving her lemons, and she’s building a lemon bomb now.”

“What made her so sour?”  He asks as he kisses her neck. “I don’t think this protagonist is based on you.  You’re too sweet.” He sucks on her neck leaving a small mark.

“You’re going . . . to leave a mark.” She tries to not moan.  “Can we please focus?”  She moves a seat away from him.  “She’s sour because of the horrible socioeconomics but then she does the worst thing anyone can do . . . she falls in love.” She smiles at James noting the desire in his eyes.

“Strong opener. And what shall we call this badass diva with a heart of gold?” He moves towards her, gently nudging her legs apart while nipping at her collarbone.

“St . . . Sella.  Are we done?  We can go to the backstage now, right?” Evelyn rubs his hardening length through his pants.  “ I can’t wait!”

“Afraid not, darling.  It’s my turn to build a character then.” He moves back to his seat; she whines in disappointment at the lack of contact.  “And his name is . . . John.  Or Gabriel. Or Casper.”

“How did I pick a name so fast? Did I do it wrong?”  She moves to straddle him, her hot core rubbing up against his.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.  We’re about to do something very, very right.” She giggles as he leads her towards the backstage.

“Mom?”

Evelyn blushes before clearing her throat.  “Sorry, what was I saying?”

“That you co-wrote Working Title with James Ashton?”

“Yes, the four years at Hartfeld were some of the best that I have had in my life.  My peers were amazing, Professor Valdez was a great mentor to me before he passed.”

“Sounds like you and James did some amazing stuff together.  What happened?”

“Hey! Are you ready for some exciting news?” Evelyn calls out as James opens the door to their shared apartment.

“I’ve already got some.  Ruth Gunderson extended a formal invitation to Icebreakers.  She’s going to send the paperwork later tonight.  I can’t wait to see you all bundled up in Alaska.”

“Right . . . in Alaska.  James, I . . .”

“What’s the matter?  I thought you would have been excited to go to Alaska.” He tilts his head in confusion.  “Is everything all right?  I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just burst in like that.  What’s your exciting news?”

“I may have just gotten an interview with Quills in London.” She whispered.

“That’s great!  But it’s just an interview, right? I mean,” He swiftly corrected himself seeing the crestfallen look on her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know but I know I want to go to London if I get it.” She took a deep breath.

“We’ve done long distance before, we can handle it.” He draws her into his embrace.  “What do you say to a celebration?” He kisses her deeply on her mouth.

“I say, lead the way, Mr. Ashton.” She allows herself to be pulled in the bedroom.

“Well, he got an offer to go to Alaska for an authorship circle and I got an offer to write for Quills in London.  James and I couldn't see each other that frequently and the love we had . . . well kind of fizzled out.”  Seeing Astoria’s watery eyes, Evelyn reached out for daughter’s hand and patted it reassuringly.  “James and I weren’t meant to be.  Our love would have withstood thousand of miles apart if we had an emotional connection.  We supported each other through some really difficult times like Professor Valdez’s death, your grandparents’ separation, and other adventures.  We even put away an evil fratority like Nancy Drew.”

“Fratority?”

“A mix between fraternity and sorority.  Sometimes I feel like your daddy and I didn’t give you the college experience given the circumstances.”  Evelyn sighed, feeling disappointed at herself.

“From what I read, I don’t feel like I’m missing out on much.” Astoria looks amused at her mother.  “You and Daddy did your best.  I love you both so much.”  They both turn to look at the photograph on the nightside table and for a moment, a sorrowful silence filled the room.  “I think the next love is storge.”

“Storge love.  Storge love.” Evelyn repeats as she mulls over what to say to her daughter.  “Well, like I said before, it’s a long that you have when you’re in a long-term relationship. And that’s the love I had with Liam.  It was very passionate and we cared for each other a great deal.”

“Just cared?”

“I’m sorry, we loved each other a great deal but we also cared about one another.  The sexual-” Astoria cringes. “Sorry darling, but the sexual attraction was still there but not as much as there was with James.  It never fizzled out either when we had problems; we pushed through it all together.”  Evelyn lost her trail of thought as she thought about the night she told Liam about Astoria.

“Liam, I need to tell you something.” Evelyn looked at him as they stared at the statue of Lady Liberty together.

“What is it, Lady Evelyn?” Liam looked at her, his eyebrows pinched in worry.  “Is everything all right?”

“I’m . . . I’m pregnant.  About four months along.  I’m so sorry.  I just thought that my cycle was irregular due to stress and all the travelling.  I took a test last week and the doctor just sent me the results.”  She took a deep breath before continuing.  “It’s yours, Liam.”

Liam smiles at her, “You mean I’m going to be a father?  Why would that be bad news?”

“It’s not bad news.  I’m so happy you are excited about being a father.  I was just worried that Cordonia wouldn’t accept this baby and well, us.  Considering all the things that had happened, I didn’t know how you would feel.”

“Lady Evelyn, you’ve opened my eyes . . . it has been a true honor to witness your strength in the face of every challenge you have overcome  And I am so sorry that I was the reason that you had so many challenges during our time together.  But your strength during our trials and challenges lends me courage.  The courage to do the right thing.  The courage to a better man.  And I am a better man because I have you by my side.  All I want to do for the rest of my life is to dedicate my life to being the best man and king that I can be . . . for you . .. and the baby too.”  Liam sinks to one knee, his eyes locked on Evelyn’s.  There is an intensity in his gaze, so loving, vulnerable, passionate and protective as well.  He reached out and grabbed her hand.  

“Lady Evelyn, queen of my heart, I have yearned to say these four words for a very, very long time . . .”

“Liam!” Evelyn covers her mouth in surprise, tears of joys trailing down her cheeks.

“Will you marry me?”

“So, what you and Daddy had is storge love.  So did you have your agape love with Papa Drake?”

“Yes,” Evelyn admits to her daughter quietly.

“What’s the difference between storge love and agape love?”

“Well, you know how I said storge love is the love that you have when you’re in a long-term relationship.  It’s a very powerful love.”  She pauses before continuing.  “Darling, Liam was perfect and I loved him so, so much but what I didn’t tell him and I hope that this doesn’t change how you think or feel about love . . . what I never told him was I fell in love with someone else during the engagement tour.  I fell in love with Drake.”

“Drake, I need to tell you something.”  Evelyn smiles sadly at him as they rode on the ferris wheel together at Coney Island.

“What is it, Carter?” He replied as Evelyn drinks in the view of him, knowing that this will be the last time she could be alone with him.  She couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with him but not being able to love him.

“I’m pregnant with Liam’s baby.  I’m so sorry; we were so careful but I . . .”

“I know.”

“How?”  She gasped at him.  

“You were throwing up a lot the last month or so. I just thought you didn’t want to tell anyone else because of Madeline and Liam.  But now that they’re no longer engaged, I guess, well, Congratulations.” Drake whispered bitterly.

“Drake, I.”

“It doesn’t matter.  Liam will propose to you and well, it doesn’t matter what happened between us.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He reached across the gondola and squeezes her hand.  “I’m going to leave after the wedding.  I’m going to go home.”

“I’m so sorry.  I should have left with you when you offered.”

“Carter, it doesn’t matter.  What matters is the here and now.” He moves her hair out of her face and kissed her for the last time.  

“Drake.”  She sobbed as his lips left hers for the final time.

“So how come you stayed with Daddy?”  Came Astoria’s question.  “I’m glad you did though.”

“I loved Liam but also because Cordonia needed us.  After the assassination attempts, the people needed a show of strength from the monarchy.  And what better way than a marriage?  Your birth only cemented Cordonia’s strength.”

“So you got married because of Cordonia?”

“No, I got married because I loved Liam.  I also love Cordonia enough to let Drake go.  You must always remember that you are Queen of Cordonia first, and Astoria Rhys second.”

“I know.”  Astoria sighed, “So how come you and Papa Drake never married after Daddy died?”

“It didn’t matter, darling.  The love that we shared and still share is enough.   Cordonia needed me after Liam’s passing and I visit him as much as I can and he comes to Cordonia for six months a year.  Although, if you become Queen, I may just move there permanently; it may be too scandalous for this court though.” The mother and daughter shared a laugh together.  “Well, does that clear your head a little bit more, darling?”

“Yes, you’ve given me a lot to think about.  I’m still not sure how I feel about Eddie but I hope that we can figure it out together.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you and know that you guys can figure it out together.  Just remind him that if he breaks your heart, there will be an army waiting for him.  Papa Drake and I will be leading it, followed by a few others I know.”

“Thanks, Mom.  I better go to bed; I took up a lot of your time tonight.”  Astoria winks at Evelyn.  “Thank God that Papa Drake has more patience.”

“He wasn’t that patient when we were younger, believe me.  We still have five months together, my darling.  Never apologize for talking to me.  We love you so much.”

“Good night, Mom.” Astoria kissed her and opened the door, only to see Drake.  “She’s all yours, Papa!”

“I’m only the Queen’s visiting head guard, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Drake kissed Astoria goodnight and walked in the room.  “What were you two talking about?  We got lucky that it was Bastien on the rounds tonight.”

“You get to design the rounds the entire time you’re here.  Poor Bastien never gets any vacation when you visit.” Evelyn draws Drake into a kiss.  “Never mind what we were talking about.  I believe you were going to remind me how much you miss me.”

“Always, my Queen.  Always.” Drake smirks at her as he closes the door.

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War Dogs - Chapter 5

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Eddie’s hand in his is a pleasant weight. The skin is soft, moisturized, and warm. If Richie concentrates enough he can feel his pulse reach the palm of his hand for Eddie to receive and he feels the capture of Eddie’s responding heartbeat, sending it back up his veins into his own heart. 

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The sky was dark and the air was still. It felt like any noise would give Richie away. No matter how quiet he was being, there was always some air of danger about. The risk was high, but the reward, oh the reward was higher. Eyes watching him. It was 11pm and Richie was currently dangling from a low hanging branch outside of the Kaspbrak residence. Sonia was inside somewhere, no doubt snoring like a machine gun, but Richie couldn’t be sure where. She could be up in her room but the chances of her being in the living room were equal. Sonia had gotten a rather expensive TV as a gift from one of her sisters on a count of her love for her game shows and soap operas. This TV happened to have the latest technology: a sleep timer. This meant that even though the window Richie was currently directly in front of was dark, the chances of Mrs. K. and him only being separated by a thin plane of glass were high. Hands, gripping his legs, ripping him down. Richie was careful, though. He may have been a reckless person during any other time but if Mrs. K. caught him halfway through Eddie’s window it wouldn’t just be Richie’s ass that was grass. It would also be Eddie’s. A voice that turns from sickly sweet to a dark, dark growl. Eddie did not know Richie was three quarters of the way up the side of his house. He did not see as Richie placed his foot on the shutters by his living room window. He did not watch in terror as Richie tried to use a branch for purchase, only to have it snap on him and send him two heart stopping feet closer to the ground. He did not wince when Richie’s body slammed against the side of his house. The only thing Eddie Kaspbrak did know was that, seemingly out of nowhere, at 11:07pm, Richie was sitting on the large oak branch directly outside of his window, tapping gently and smiling. Sharp, sharp, sharp. “Richie, what the fuck,” Eddie hissed as he opened his window. He pushed half of his body out and leveled Richie with what might have been intended as a threatening glare but actually came off as something fond. “Oh, hey Eds. What are you doing hanging out of your window at this time of night?” Richie hummed as he learned forward. He placed two hands on the windowsill on either side of Eddie. “Me? You! You’re gonna kill yourself out here, Richie,” Eddie hissed back, leaning back to beckon Richie inside. He quickly went to lock his door and stuff a towel under the gap while Richie snuck inside. “So, Eds, this is where you’ve been hiding all summer?” Richie dropped his bag and walked over to Eddie’s desk, brushing his hand over some of the papers that lay across it. Nothing interesting, some homework from the year, two comic books, a magazine in the corner. “Don’t call me that. And I haven’t been hiding, Richie. Do you really think I want to be stuck in here all summer?” “Yeah, what’s up with that anyway?” Eddie all but throws himself back on the bed, groaning quietly. Richie takes that as his cue to sit down on the edge. “You don’t say, Edward?” This earns him a sharp glare. Eddie hated every single nickname Richie gave him, but Edward? Come on. “Eddie. Richie, my name is fucking Eddie.” He cuts back, voice razor sharp. Richie decides to prod further and physically, jamming his finger into Eddie ribs. The smaller boy squealed and curled into his side, bringing his legs up and baring them down on Richie’s arm. It gets pretty physical after that. Richie had the upper hand. Eddie was already on his back and vulnerable. All Richie had to do was climb on top of him and pin him down. What Richie never accounts for is that Eddie strong and wily. When Eddie gets his feet up under Richie chest he completely launches Richie off the bed. He is airborne for a solid two seconds before coming down on Eddie floor, hard. When Richie makes contact the entire house goes silent. The silent giggles and heavy breathing stops. The air completely stills. They sit there for thirty whole seconds, listening. At any sign Sonia is awake Eddie knows he’s going to have to hide Richie, quiet and quick. He spends that thirty seconds scanning the room, devising a plan in his head to get Richie into the closet without making a sound. Fortunately for them, it never comes down to it. “Fuck, that was close.” Eddie says on the release of the breath he was holding. Richie doesn’t speak, not yet. He just nods and climbs back onto the bed. “She’s been such a fucking psycho lately. I can count the amount of time’s I’ve left my property this summer on two hands.” Richie just sits at the edge of the bed. He’d only seen Eddie twice so far. Once at Bill’s and once last week at the Barrens. “Jesus fuck, Eddie. What’s gone and crawled up her ass?” “I don’t know. She just went off on me when I told her I wanted to go to the Barrens to see you guys. Fucking brought up all that shit that happened last year. How I came home covered in sewage and how you guys apparently broke my arm.” “Fuck that. She has no idea what she’s talking about.” “Yeah, but it’s not like I can tell her what really happened. She’ll have me shipped up to Juniper faster than I can say demonic shapeshifting clown.” It’s quiet for a moment before Richie speaks up. “So, that’s what this is about, huh?” Eddie just hums in response. The air has gone tense in the room. “Yowza, Eds.” They continue to sit in silence for a while, neither one of them breaking it. Eddie’s still on his back from when they were wrestling only a few moments ago. Richie feels an itch in his chest to bring back that carefree atmosphere they had created before he so gracelessly hit the floor. It was like his body crashing down brought everything down with him, brought Eddie down with him. They could run away from all of this if they wanted to. Riche could open up the window and take Eddie’s hand, leading him down the side of his house to freedom. They would run up the street and out of Derry. They could be free from Eddie’s mother and the nightmares and the sewers and IT. They could spend the rest of eternity together if they wanted to. It might not be so bad. Richie almost says this, almost reaches for Eddie’s hand but stops himself. He plays the twitch in his arm off by bringing his hand up to brush curls out of his eyes. It’s so quiet in the room. The famous Richie Trashmouth Tozier has not broken the silence and doesn’t think he’s going to. It’s almost out of character, but with Eddie he doesn’t feel like he constantly needs to entertain. The silence is tense, yes, but it’s almost comfortable. It’s the kind of tension you learn to sit with. You simmer in it and let it seep into your bones. If you cannot sit with tension what can you do? Snap at every moving tree and every wrong flick of the wrist? If Richie did that, man, he’d be a dead boy by now. Hard wind, deep night skies, trees scraping against his window that sound eerily like claws. “She thinks you guys are a bad influence on me.” Eddie whispers. “She said I hardly take my medicine anymore and I talk back more than ever –“ “Your medicine is bullshit.” Richie’s voice is hard, much harder than he meant. Fuck Sonia. “Yeah, I know Richie. And she knows I know, too. But she still tries to use it against me. She’s trying to keep me from you guys. But what she doesn’t know is that I would be dead without you guys. She wouldn’t even have a little Eddie-bear to smother. I’d be gone.” He hardly even speaks the last sentence. Richie thinks back to the leper and reaches for Eddie’s hand again. This time he doesn’t change course, he doesn’t twitch up to his curls. He grabs the top of Eddies hand and squeezes. Eddie flips his palm over instinctually and their fingers intertwine. Richie would never let the leper get Eddie. Never. Richie would never let anything get to Eddie. He would give his life, he knows it. Every time he hears Eddie’s cry in his dreams Richie’s there. He runs as fast as he can, even when he knows it’s a dream. It isn’t always in Neibolt. Sometimes they’re at the Barrens or in the library or even in the halls of their high school. Eddie isn’t even always there, but that fucking werewolf is. Richie sees him, a constant force. He lurks around corners. He stands in doorways. He never attacks Richie. Richie figured this out a couple nights ago when, in a pseudo-haze of bravery, he stood his ground against the werewolf. Neither of them moved until the floor disintegrated beneath them, waking Richie up. At the moment their hands lace together Richie becomes hyper aware of his body. He feels the way the skin of his legs touches the so soft sheets on Eddies bed. He becomes aware of the blood pumping through his feet where they’re currently dangling. His breathing switches from automatic to manual and he notes how big each breathe is and how much noise he makes on the exhale. He feels his heart pumping through his chest. Eddie’s hand in his is a pleasant weight. The skin is soft, moisturized, and warm. If Richie concentrates enough he can feel his pulse reach the palm of his hand for Eddie to receive and he feels the capture of Eddie’s responding heartbeat, sending it back up his veins into his own heart. “We don’t need no worry about that here, Senior!” Richie crooned in his Pancho Vanilla voice, yanking Eddie’s hand close to his heart and throwing himself back onto the bed. Eddie brought his other hand up to muffle his laughter. “Hey, Eddie,” he continued with a normal voice, “I have something in my bag that might lift these spirits up!” Richie let go of Eddie’s hand and hopped off the bed, strolling to the window where he left his backpack. He pulls out the bottle of vodka he had at the Barrens and smiles over at Eddie. Before he can even speak to offer Eddie or move to take the cap off Eddie is on top of him, ripping the bottle out of his hands. “Are you fucking insane?! What the hell are you thinking bringing this here?!” he whisper-screeches. “Whoa, Eds, calm down,” Richie tries to start, but Eddie isn’t done. “You are so fucking irresponsible I can’t believe it! You’re fucking insane. I’m not drinking this with you put it away.” “Eddie, hey,” Richie tries again, reaching towards Eddie and placing a hand on his forearm, “it’s not that serious. I promise. I just thought maybe we could hit a little night cap. I’m sorry.” Richie slowly takes the bottle from Eddie’s hands and puts it back into his bag. “I didn’t want to put it away with my parents’ home and I keep forgetting when they’re at work.” Eddie is still looking at him, face flushed and eyes a mixture of anger and bewilderment. Richie hadn’t meant much by the alcohol. He just wanted Eddie to smile, to laugh a little bit. He remembered the Barrens when they were all a merry group. But this wasn’t the Barrens and now he was one for one, a win with his voice but a lose with the liquor. Eddie quickly relaxed with the alcohol out of sight. “It’s just that my mom is home and I know she’ll smell it out or something, like a fucking hound. And if she catches me with you and that in here…” he trails off. Richie gets it, he does. He simply grabs Eddie’s arm again and leads him back to the end. He lays down how he was earlier and pats the bed, beckoning Eddie to do the same. He does and soon they’re lying side by side again. “I’ll never make you do something you’re not comfortable with, Eds.” Riche says softly, turning his head to face Eddie. Eddie’s gaze meets his and all the fire from a minute ago is gone. This is a theme, Richie notices. Eddie is quick to light, quick to burn, and quick to fizzle. Eddie has always been like this. He’s a spitfire, a little zap of energy, but something has shifted inside of him. Eddie has never been so aggressive so quick before and this is only one of countless incidents in the past year. Richie hums a tune neither of them can really place but both enjoy. He turns back to the window and feels the bed dip and shift. Eddie, no doubt, is moving into a more comfortable position while Richie stays settled on his back. It takes a few minutes for him to speak up again, but eventually Richie hears himself whisper, “You know, I’ve been having these strange dreams lately.” He waits a couple heartbeats for a response. Nothing comes. When he turns his head he sees Eddie, fast asleep on his side. Richie just smiles to himself, writing this conversation off for another time. It’s not important, not really. This is something he can easily deal with on his own. Honestly, he wanted to check in with Eddie, make sure he’s okay. Richie stares for what might be considered too long, but no one knows it. No one is awake to see him or catch him or accuse him of anything, so he enjoys it. He finds himself enjoying Eddie, the way his chestnut hair is falling over his face at this angle and the way his mouth sits slightly open in sleep. Eddie has curled in on his side and tucked his hands between his bent knees. He is, Richie considers, something close to adorable. He doesn’t know what time it is when he leaves, but he pulls a throw from Eddie’s closet out and places it over the sleeping boy. He leaves the way he came, this time far, far more gently.

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Sam Raimi's Spider-Man Trilogy: 10 Questions We Still Want Answered

Now that Spider-Man is out of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, fans have turned back to viewing the character in his own light rather than as “The Iron Kid” as he mostly was in the MCU. What better version of Spider-Man to turn to than the most famous Sam Raimi trilogy one?

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This film series won’t ever be outdated, and fans still get a kick out of it almost two decades after it premiered. Since the trilogy has been viewed so many times, there are questions we would like to have answered because Spider-Man 4 never materialized. And with the MCU Spider-Man out for the time being, these 10 questions about the Sam Raimi trilogy have never felt more important to be asked than now.

10 Is That Mysterio?

It’s been said by Bruce Campbell that he was supposed to be unveiled as Mysterio in a future Spider-Man film, and his repeat cameos in the trilogy were meant to be part of his illusions, even though that doesn’t quite make sense.

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In any case, we don’t know in-universe of what might be going on, considering Vulture and Lizard were villains who were supposedly in line to be the antagonist in Spider-Man 4. If Bruce Campbell really was Mysterio, then we want to know why he came up with Spider-Man’s name, and why he was so happy to help Peter Parker propose to Mary Jane.

9 What Is Peter And Mary Jane's Relationship Status?

The final shot of the trilogy was of Peter and Mary Jane dancing to a slow song (even though Mary Jane was supposed to be at work, so what was up with that?), but one could see their expressions were filled with sadness. 

We can’t be certain if they were mourning the death of Harry or the demise of their relationship. Peter never did apologize to her for the hurt he inflicted while under the symbiote’s influence, neither did she do the same when being manipulated by Harry. Chances are, that might have been their break-up dance, although the scene is up for several interpretations.

8 What Became Of Flint Marko?

There was a hint of Flint Marko returning to his human form at the end of Spider-Man 3, when we saw him tear up despite being made of sand. Along with that, being forgiven by Peter won’t do squat for Flint with the cops, who were out to arrest him.

With Flint’s escape, it meant he was still at large and now had no purpose left. Presumably, he gave up a life of crime, which still leaves him broke and without any means to provide for his daughter. Being a city-wide famous criminal won’t simply land him any jobs, and signs point toward him returning to be a criminal. We just don’t any of this for sure.

7 Does Aunt May Know Peter Is Spider-Man?

There comes a point where you start suspecting how someone has just the right words for every occasion. In Spider-Man 2 and Spider-Man 3, Aunt May fit this trope when she had a philosophical solution to all of Peter’s problems.

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It didn’t stop there either, as Aunt May could even read Spider-Man like a book, despite Peter never having told her he was Spider-Man. It seemed as if Aunt May might have figured out Peter’s superhero identity on her own, and it would have been nice to see Peter discussing his superhero problems openly with her.

6 What's The Deal With Mary Jane's Career?

One might find this a silly question, but we’re too darn curious to know how it was that Mary Jane fell so hard from her former position. In Spider-Man 2, she was so popular that her face was plastered all around New York. Come Spider-Man 3, and she was reduced to singing in her lowly clubs.

Even crazier is that Mary Jane somehow went from being an actress to just a singer, as she was fired from her play due to not having a strong voice. Her later employment was also as a singer who doubled as a waitress, making it far too confusing whether Mary Jane was an actress or a singer, or now just a failed actress and singer.

5 Does Robbie Know Peter Is Spider-Man?

Some people get freaked out by this scene when they’re not prepared to watch it, as we see Robbie eyeing Peter with a knowing expression when talking about Spider-Man. It was a moment that was never touched upon before or ever since then, making it a total mystery as to what the heck was going on.

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Supporters of the theories that Robbie knew all along that Peter was Spider-Man insists this was the reason why he kept arguing with J.J.J. that Spider-Man wasn’t a menace; those opposed argue that Robbie didn’t do anything to help Peter in any way. Whatever’s the case, we just want to know why Robbie was so shifty in that particular occasion.

4 What Became Of The Symbiote Sample With Dr. Conors?

Here’s something people don’t think about much: A part of the Venom symbiote is still with Dr. Connors. The one that died with Eddie Brock was the part of Venom that had assimilated the qualities of Spider-Man, but there was still the sample that Peter dropped off to Dr. Connors for inspection. 

Since the symbiote can stretch itself according to the size of its host, there’s a very good chance our dear doctor might be its target. And as Dr. Connors’ lab is full of science-y stuff, there’s no telling what the symbiote might latch onto. In this way, Peter is still not rid of Venom.

3 Does The World Know The Goblin's Identity Now?

Harry’s dumb butler waited right till the end of Spider-Man 3 to tell him what he should have revealed two movies ago, and that was the truth about his father as a villain. However, since that conversation was private, no-one else would be aware of this.

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That would be understandable unless you consider that the public saw Harry with the Goblin technology, and with Harry being dead and all, the technology should have been confiscated. Putting two and two together isn’t difficult here, and the conclusion should be reached that both Harry and Norman must have been the Goblins. The trouble is, we don’t know if that universe’s police is smart enough to figure this out.

2 Is Peter Still Spider-Man?

After learning of his darkest tendencies with the symbiote and realizing how his powers can be abused with severe consequences, we just can’t be sure if Peter would want to be Spider-Man anymore. 

All his villains are gone by this point, and his best friend’s death (due to his inability to save him) might just be the catalyst to Peter giving up his superhero identity. Since there was no Spider-Man 4, we only have Peter’s grief as the last image of the character, and it’s hard to see him swinging around New York City this way.

1 Did Mr. Ditkovich Fix The Door Or Does He Still Want Rent?

Ah yes, the real money question that has been nagging the fanbase for 12 years has been the Mr. Ditkovich problem. And it’s a serious one too, because there have been endless arguments whether Peter should have paid the rent first, or if Mr. Ditkovich should have fixed that blasted door. 

This is an issue more pressing than the “Chicken or the Egg��� conundrum, and one we want to know more dearly than anything else in the Spider-Man trilogy. Was Mr Ditkovich’s hunger for his rent stronger than Peter’s quest for justice to get his door fixed?

NEXT: 5 Alternate Versions Of Spider-Man We Hope To See In The Spider-Verse Sequel (& 5 We Don’t)

source https://screenrant.com/sam-raimis-spider-man-trilogy-questions-answered/

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Lucy is a Chaperone

S1;E27 ~ April 8, 1963

Synopsis

Lucy and Viv chaperone a Spring break trip for Chris and her friends. Feeling they don't fit in, they try to act like teenagers in order to have fun with the girls and their friends.  

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carmichael), Vivian Vance (Vivian Bagley), Candy Moore (Chris Carmichael)

Jimmy Garrett (Jerry Carmichael) and Ralph Hart (Sherman Bagley) do not appear in this episode, although Jerry is mentioned. 

Guest Cast

Hanley Stafford (Kenneth Westcott, Principal at Danfield High School) was born Alfred Austin in 1899 and changed his name to Hanley Stafford to honor his birthplace, Hanley, Staffordshire in England. He was a radio actor famous for playing Baby Snooks’ father. This episode of “The Lucy Show” is his final screen credit.

In real life, Kenneth L. Westcott is the name of the show's property master. To remind him who she is, Lucy mentions that she baked a pineapple upside down cake for the last PTA bake sale.

Charlotte Lawrence (Elizabeth Westcott, below left) played one of Ethel Mertz's bridge-playing pals in “No Children Allowed” (ILL S2;E22) and neighbor Marge in “The Homecoming” (S5;E6). This is her only appearance on “The Lucy Show” and her penultimate screen credit.  

Patty Garrity (Debbie Westcott, above center) started movie acting at age 6 and appeared as Dixie Pollit, one of the “no-neck monsters” in 1958's Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. In a 1965 episode of “My Three Sons” she played a girl with a crush on Robbie Douglas, played by Don Grady, who plays Bill in this “Lucy Show” episode. Her final screen role was as Sheila in The Trouble With Angels (1966). She died in 1991 at age 42.  

Don Grady (Bill, below left) famously played Fred MacMurray's eldest son Robbie Douglas on “My Three Sons” from 1960 to 1972. This episode of “The Lucy Show” (his only series appearance) aired on CBS the same week that he appeared on ABC as Robbie Douglas. At the time, he co-starred with William Frawley as Uncle Bub. Frawley played Fred Mertz on “I Love Lucy” who will make his final screen appearance on “The Lucy Show” in 1965.  Grady died in 2012 at the age of 68.

Eddie Hodges (Georgie, above right) was a child actor who created the role of lisping Winthrop Paroo in The Music Man on Broadway in 1957. In the 1962 film version his role was taken by Ron Howard, who worked on the Desilu lot filming “The Andy Griffith Show.” Hodges returned to Broadway in the play Critic's Choice (1960), which was made into a film starring Lucille Ball in 1963. His role in that film was taken by Ricky Kelman, who was seen in a 1973 episode of “Here's Lucy” coincidentally starring Andy Griffith. Hodges left acting in 1974 and eventually became a mental health counselor in his native Mississippi.

In the previous episode, Chris's friend Georgie was played by Ronald Keith.  

Lucie Arnaz (Cynthia) is the real-life 11 year-old daughter of Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz. She was born in 1951 just before the premiere of “I Love Lucy.” Lucille Ball was actually pregnant during the filming of the show’s pilot. Despite rumors to the contrary, Lucie Arnaz never appeared on “I Love Lucy.” She made an uncredited appearance on this series in “Lucy is a Referee” (S1;E3) as one of the spectators at the football game. This is the second of her two appearances as Chris’s friend Cynthia, a character mentioned in the premiere and in many subsequent episodes. Lucie Arnaz, however, returned to the show in later seasons in other roles.  She also appeared with her mother and brother Desi Jr. on “Here’s Lucy.” 

Karen Balkin (Vicki) made her screen debut as Mary Tilford in the long-awaited film version of Lillian Hellman's controversial Broadway play The Children's Hour. Her final screen credit (of only four) was also set in a girl’s boarding school, 1974's Our Time.

Jimmy Carter (Guitarist, above left) made only one more screen appearance after this episode of “The Lucy Show.” The year before he had played Herman on “Leave It to Beaver” for three episodes.

This episode was aired opposite the 35th Annual Academy Awards telecast on ABC. Nominees What Ever Happened to Baby Jane, That Touch of Mink, and Two for the Seesaw were all mentioned in “No More Double Dates” (S1;E21).  In attendance were future “Lucy Show” and “Here’s Lucy” guest stars as Shelley Winters, Ann-Margret, Ed Begley, Victor Buono, Joan Crawford, Robert Goulet, Edward G. Robinson, and Robert Stack. 

This week TV Guide celebrated the 10th anniversary of their first national edition. Just as Lucy was on the cover in 1953, she is on it again this week.  

A surf rock version of the show's theme is played during the episode's opening credits (following the show's regular animated opening). Previously, this theme was adapted for a marching band in “Lucy is a Referee” (S1;E3).  

Although the state where the fictional beach town of Sandy Cove is located is never specified, Lucy notes that it was a long drive from Danfield. It could possibly be meant to be Sandy Hook, New Jersey. Like the Brewster street scenes in “Lucy Drives a Dump Truck” (S1;E24), the exterior locations were filmed on a sound stage.  

Chris's packing list of Sandy Cove:

6 pairs of Capri pants

4 sweaters

2 pairs of Bermuda shorts

3 sweatshirts

1 pair of jeans

1 jacket

4 pairs of sneakers

2 shifts

5 bathing suits

1 dress

Capri pants were introduced by fashion designer Sonja de Lennart in 1948. The name derives from the Italian isle of Capri, where they rose to popularity in the late 1950s and early '60s. Capris' acceptance in the United States was influenced by the TV series “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (1961-66) where they were famously worn by Mary Tyler Moore (above).

VIV: “Lucy? Do I look like a new bride?”

LUCY: “You look more like an old bee-keeper.” 

Lucy and Viv break out the mosquito netting as protection against bites - but end up needing protection against bats, instead!

When trying on the blonde wig hat, one of the girls says she feels like Jayne Mansfield. Jayne Mansfield (1933-1967) was a major Hollywood sex symbol of the 1950s and early 1960s. The actress and model was known for her platinum blonde hair and her provocative personal life which frequently made headlines. Vicki and Debbie remark that their wigs are red and blonde, just like Lucy and Viv.  

While talking about boys, Chris compares one young man to Paul Newman (above). At the time of filming, quietly sexy actor Paul Newman (1925-2008) had been nominated for two Oscars; the first for Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, which coincidentally featured Patty Garrity (Debbie Westcott) and of course, Elizabeth Taylor. 

This marks the first appearance of Lucy’s transistor radio. It will be seen throughout the series, even when she relocates to California.

When the girls are dancing, Viv mistakes the Mashed Potato for the Jitterbug. When Lucy attempts the steps, Viv remarks that she's got “lumps in her gravy.” The Mashed Potato was a popular dance craze of 1962 made famous by James Brown. It was performed in the John Waters film Hairspray set in 1962 Baltimore. A companion dance song was titled (appropriately) “Gravy”. 

Lucy teaches Viv the current teenage slang:

Choice, Groovy, Tough = Good

Fink, Creepy, Scuzzy, Grumpy, Drippy, Raunchy, Flaky = Bad

Diddly Diddly Diddly = And So Forth

Split = Leave

Cracks You Up = Someone is Funny

Having a Blast = Enjoying Yourself

Some examples of slang from Lucy and Viv's youth: “Greetings, gate. Let's cut a rug. Hubba hubba hubba!”

The framed travel poster in the kitchen is by René Jacques from 1960. It depicts the aqueducts Pont de Garde, near Nimes, in Provence, France.    

Lucy's wardrobe when she attempts to fit in with the kids has her wearing the dark-haired fun wig and a shift dress with the face of a smiling girl with free-flowing pigtails on the back.

Lucy and Viv perform “Big Girls Don't Cry,” a song written by Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio and originally recorded by The Four Seasons. It hit number one on the Billboard Hot 100 on November 17, 1962, around the time this episode was being scripted. It has been heard on many film and TV soundtracks and is currently associated with the Broadway musical Jersey Boys.

Lucy suggests doing the “Surfer's Stomp,” but the gang ends up doing the “The Limbo” instead. “Surfer's Stomp” was a 1962 hit for The Mar-Kets, reaching #31 on the Hot 100 List. In “The Limbo” dancers must pass under a horizontal pole that is at first at chest level, but then consistently lowered. It originated on the island of Trinidad. It was popularized by Julia Edwards (known as the 'First Lady of Limbo') who appeared in several films, particularly Fire Down Below (1957). Chubby Checker released “The Limbo Rock” in 1962 further popularizing the dance.

Bill refers to Lucy as an “overgrown Gidget.” Gidget is a fictional character created by author Frederick Kohner (based on his teenage daughter, Kathy) in his 1957 novel, Gidget the Little Girl with Big Ideas. The novel follows the adventures of a teenage girl and her surfing friends on the beach in Malibu. The name Gidget is a contraction of ‘girl’ and ‘midget'. The character first appeared on screen in 1959 played by Sandra Dee and two sequels in 1961 and 1963. A television adaption starring Sally Field premiered in 1965. The name has become synonymous with any female surfer or beach bum.  

Callbacks!

This is the second episode in a row to have scenes at Danfield High School. This is also the second episode in a row that Lucy tries to recapture her youth and wears a black wig. The previous episode was “Lucy and Viv Take Up Chemistry” (S1;E26).   

Lucille Ball also wore (partial) scuba gear while Lucy Ricardo was shopping for her Florida trip in “Lucy Meets Orson Welles” (ILL S6;E3). She does so again as a salesperson in the sporting goods department during “Lucy Bags a Bargain” (S4;E17, center). 

Lucy Ricardo was seen at a 'sandy cove' when stranded on a “Desert Island” (ILL S6;E8) off Miami Beach.

Fast Forward! 

In a 1967 episode of “The Lucy Show” a female dancer in a beatnik club is wearing the same (or same type of) shift dress worn by Lucy in the beach scene, with the face of a smiling girl with free-flowing pigtails on the back. Here the face is worn on the front. It is interesting to see it in color for the first time!

Goofs & Blunders!

Packing Predicament - The striped top hanging in the background is worn by Cynthia in subsequent scenes, so why is it in the Carmichael kitchen? Cynthia (Lucie Arnaz) and Chris (Candy Moore) are definitely not the same size so couldn’t possibly share clothes.  

“Lucy is a Chaperone” rates 3 Paper Hearts out of 5