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suckitsurveys · 26 days

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Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? My dad, for sure.

Who is the most overbearing person you know? My brother in law.

Do you still remember your first kiss? I do.

Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now? I am. Mark and I are stronger than ever.

How many kids do you want to have? Zero.

Have you ever purposely given someone the wrong number? No.

Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? Mark and I took an edible last night.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? Yes.

Who is the person you have hurt the most? I don’t know.

Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Blah.

Who’s the last guy to give you roses? Mark.

Did your parents do drugs when they were younger? Yup. My dad’s been known to eat an edible here or there now a days..

The first thing I’d do after winning the lottery is… Buy a new car.

The videos that always make me laugh are… I mean, so many.

One of my favorite writers is… I don’t know.

One of my favorite singers is… Billie Eilish.

What’s a favorite hobby of yours? This garbage.

I think a good source of therapy is… Crying.

A friend who I can always be myself around is… All my friends, that’s why they are my friends.

Something helpful to lose weight is… Hahahahhahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

A fear of mine is… Having my fears used against me.

If you knew me well, you’d gift me… Anything Pikachu or Snoopy or Garfield or bat or panda related, gift cards for sushi restaurants or boba, candles.

Who is someone you’ve been enjoying watching on YouTube recently? I haven’t legit watched YouTube in a really long time, other than SNL clips here and there oops.

Who was the last of your friends to have a baby? None of my close friends have kids.

Which family member did you get your height from? My mom.

Which TV channel did you watch the most as a kid? Nickelodeon.

Who is your favorite cousin? Kelly and her daughter Brittney, honestly.

If you had to choose a country to live in besides your own, which country would you choose? I’m good.

Do you think you look better with long hair or short hair? Either.

What did the last mask you wore look like? It was a royal blue paper mask.

Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Nope.

What color was your nursery when you were a baby? I don’t believe I had my own room as a baby.

When is the next time you will attend a family reunion? Where will it be? We don’t have those.

Do you like cereal? What would you consider your favorite kind of cereal? Cinnamon toast crunch.

What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? Watermelon.

Who did you last hold hands with? My 5yr niece.

What sounds help you sleep? White noise or fan noise.

Do you have a loud or more soft laugh? I’d say it’s in the middle.

Do you like to dip your fries in a frosty or ice cream? I’ve done it before but it’s not a common occurance.

Cookies or brownies? Brownies.

Are you a fan of musicals? I don’t hate them.

Have you ever stargazed with someone? Yes.

What color is the vehicle you ride in most often? Silver.

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? I love pasta with pesto, but I also love pasta with the red sauce my dad makes.

Would you say you’re a condescending person? I am very sarcastic which can read as condescending but I don’t mean it to be mean or anything.

Have you ever mowed a lawn? I have.

What’s the last song you listened to? Sweet by Lana Del Rey.

Are you content with your social life? For the most part. I’d love to hang out with people more and do more stuff but I’m also just so tired all the damn time from working.

Have you ever had edible flowers? I have, yes.

Do you read other people’s survey answers? When I take them from people lol.

Do you work better alone or in a group? Depends.

What are 3 essential items you won’t leave the house without? My phone, my keys, some sort of way to clean my glasses.

Do you enjoy spicy foods? I do.

What is something you want to be remembered for? I don’t know.

Do you like pickles? I do.

What is something you take a lot of pictures of? My cats and my nieces lol.

What is your favorite thing about the beach? Being in the water.

Are you afraid of snakes? Not actively, no.

Do you think frogs are ugly? No.

Name three things that you find refreshing. Ice water, a pool or lake on a hot day, a cool breeze.

What is your favorite vegetable? Mushrooms.

Do you own any succulents? Nope.

What is your least favorite shade of green? I don’t know, it would depend on how the green is used.

Do you like olives? Yes, except for kalamata.

What are three of your favorite insects (or insects that you think look cool)? Praying manti, butterflies, bumble bees.

Would you ever dye your hair green? I have done it before.

Are you a tea drinker? Yes.

Do you like mangoes? They aren’t my favorite but oddly enough there is a sushi roll I LOVE that has a mango sauce on it and it’s amazing.

What’s your hair texture? Thick and kinda coarse.

Do you play games on your phone? Yeah, some dumb card games and word games and NYT games mostly.

Is acting something you’d enjoy? Are you convincing? Eh.

In what ways are you immature? Lots of ways.

Are the Olympics something you get into? Not at all.

Chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla milkshake? Vanilla.

What’s something or someone you’ll always defend? Access to safe and legal abortion.

#surveys

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theliterateape · 1 year

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If Not Biden, Who?

by Don Hall

This past weekend, SNL did an unusually spot-on horror movie parody mocking those of us on the Left quaking in existential dread about the possibility of President Joe Biden running again in 2024. He's nearly eighty now, so he'd be, what, 435 years old and with that Irish bell out of the grave to see if he's been buried alive?

Despite the efforts to brand Biden's term as a horrible failure or a resounding success, as we've seen in recent years, it does matter who sits in those hallowed halls of government and passes those pesky laws guaranteeing rights to vote, to abortion access, to immigration reform, to economic issues, to foreign policy. Yeah, politics has become a Bizarro World version of the wrestling world of ridiculous hype and flexing muscles but it still actually matters.

From my angle, Uncle Joe has done more than expected in terms of climate change, infrastructure, the handling of the pandemic, foreign policy, and the economy in general. I think he's been a damn fine president in almost every respect. On the other hand, the guy as old as Methuselah and that has to count in job performance at some point. Mind you, if the choice is between anyone on the Republican side and Joe Biden's mummified corpse, I'm voting for the old fucker in the sarcophagus. If Joe ain't jumping in for another four years, who shows up for the Left?

What's off the table for me? No celebrities, no self made billionaires, no edge casers.

Kamala Harris? No. No, no, no. Great lawyer, lousy politician. I love Kamala but she has squandered any opportunity for potential in the past two years. [2 out of 10]

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez? Hey. She's less experienced but I like her. A bit too far on the Edgecase Left and the Jews ain't voting for her but I think she'd be a spectacular VP nominee with the right candidate. [5 out of 10]

Cory Booker? I like Booker. I like his politics. I like his moderate stances. [7 out of 10]

Amy Klobuchar? Nope. Again, I dig where she's coming from but she's brittle and not at all inspirational. [4 out of 10]

Gavin Newsom? Why not just run Stanley Tucci from The Hunger Games? [2 out of 10]

Stacey Abrams? Abrams started out well but she's that woman who gores to HR when you make an off-color joke. [3 out of 10]

Pete Buttigieg? Yes. Straight up yes. I'd vote for Pete. [8 out of 10]

I think I'd be into a Buttigieg/Booker ticket.

I'd rather vote for Andrew Yang's Forward Party but they don't have a prayer until they get some folks in Congress.

I remember back in the early days of the Obama campaign. I wasn't thrilled with a Hillary presidency but I was going to vote for her anyway. Suddenly, out of the blue, here comes this highly charismatic, left of center, constitutional scholar with youth and a message of hope. It was a lock. Maybe we have another one of those moments catch us all off guard.

We have about six months to decide before shit gets insane. Oh? You thought it was insane now? The big showdown in WWE is always batshit, gang. Buckle up.

#Election 2024

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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the best interview ever ~ pete davidson

word count: 1745

request?: yes!

“I’d love for you to write something about Pete Davidson flirting with a journalism student who’s interviewing him and her just being all shy and stuff, just fluff!”

description: in which he finds the shy journalism student interviewing him extremely adorable

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

From the moment you walked in the room, Pete’s eyes were glued to you. You noticed him look you up and down when you walked in first and tried to hide your face so he wouldn’t see that you were blushing.

“Well hello,” he said. “Are you my interviewer?”

“I am! My name is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

You sat across from him, hoping it wasn’t as obvious that you were shaking as it felt. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I feel like I should warn you that this is my first solo interview, so I’m sorry if it’s super awkward.”

“Are you telling me that I’m popping your interviewing cherry?” Pete asked.

You chuckled and nodded. “I’m actually still a journalism student. I’ve shadowed some interviews, but this is my first actual interview.”

“That’s awesome!”

You smiled as Pete raised a hand to you. You high fived him and felt any stress or nervousness you had slowly start to melt away.

Pete’s chill demeanor felt so much different than any of the interviews you had shadowed. Although, it wasn’t hard to be more chill than CEOs and local politicians, which were the only people you had encountered so far. Pete was the first actual celebrity you had met, which made you extra nervous, but so far he was doing a good job at easing your nerves.

Since this was your first solo interview, you had done a lot of research on Pete and his new movie to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself. You had two and a half pages in your notebook filled with questions to ask as well as little facts you felt like you should know. You hadn’t even done this much research for school projects, which was hot you knew you were serious about this.

Pete’s eyes glanced at your notebook as you opened it, a small smile crossing his face. “Damn, you’re already more prepared than most people who have interviewed me before.”

“Good,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Pete gave you an amused look as you tried to stutter out a better response. “I-I Mean, personally, I hate watching interviews where the interviewer obviously hasn’t done their research, s-so I can’t imagine being interviewed by someone like-like that.”

“No, I respect it. I appreciate that.”

With that awkward encounter out of the way, you were able to actually start the interview.

It started off really well. You asked Pete about his new movie and any upcoming projects he had in the works. He told you about his work on SNL and his hope to film another stand up special soon. He was absolutely radiating happiness as he talked about his work, which made you extremely happy as well.

As the questions moved to be more personal, you came to learn more about Pete on a personal level. It went from feeling like an interviewer and their interviewee to feeling like two people who just met and who were getting to know one another.

You felt like you had gotten a hang of the interviewing thing, until Pete asked something that threw you off your groove. “So when do you ask me about my dating life?”

You had been looking down at your notebook when he asked, so your head snapped up so quickly that you almost made yourself dizzy, and your eyes were so wide that they were actually hurting a little. Pete laughed at the face you were making, and you could feel the embarrassment and nerves starting to come back.

“I-I...I wasn’t...” you stuttered, trying to figure out something to say. You never had any intentions of asking Pete about his dating life. It wasn’t relevant to the interview, so you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Damn, you’re really the best interviewer I’ve ever had,” Pete commented. “Most people go straight for the jugular on relationship questions. I’m still asked about an engagement that ended nearly two years ago. I respect that you had no intentions on bringing it up.”

You were so thrown off by the earlier question that even Pete’s reassurance that he was okay with you not asking wasn’t enough to get you back on track. You looked down at your notebook again, trying to remember what you had asked last but your mind felt empty. You were running out of time, you didn’t want to mess this up now.

Pete leaned forward and took your hands in his. You looked up at him and felt your breath catch in your throat upon realizing how close he was.

“Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up like that,” he said. “I really was just joking around. We were having fun and talking, I’m just used to that going south by being asked about my dating life because...well, you know who I was engaged to. I didn’t mean to startle you with the question.”

His voice was soft and it felt like you were seeing a completely different side of Pete, one you hadn’t even seen in movies or on SNL. Like it was a side of him he reserved for people closest to him, people that he cared about. You were shocked but also grateful that he felt like he could show you this side.

“I am single, by the way,” he added. “Just something I want you, personally, to know.”

He winked before he let go of your hands and sat back in his seat. Now you felt even more flustered, but for a different reason.

The rest of the interview went off without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were thanking Pete for his time and turning off your recording device. The crew came to take the microphone off the both of you.

“You’re my last interview of the day,” Pete said as the two of you stood from your seats. “I’m glad I got to end it on such a good note.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face. “I’m glad I got to be such a positive ending.”

“Are you parked downstairs?” You nodded, a bit confused by his question. “Mind if I walk you down? I gotta wait for my ride back to the hotel anyways, might as well spend that time with someone.”

At a loss for words, you just nodded.

The two of you walked together to the elevator that would bring you down to the parking garage you had parked your car in. The crew was still busy taking down the equipment in the room, so just the two of you stepped into the elevator.

“You’re really good for someone who’s just a student,” Pete said as the doors closed. “You’re more professional than most interviewers I’ve had.”

“I don’t want to be like every other tabloid journalist that just wants the latest scoop,” you responded. “I know that gossip and drama sells, but I wanna be one of those journalists that gets to show the real side of celebrities, not just the bullshit you see in magazines or on websites.”

“You’re one of very few, (Y/N), I’ll give you that.”

You couldn’t help but smile as Pete said your name. It just felt right hearing it come from his lips. You wondered if you could make him say it again.

“I really am sorry for throwing you off with that relationship jab,” Pete continued. “I meant for it to be lighthearted, like a joke, but I realized after I said it that it did come out pretty harsh.”

“It wasn’t harsh,” you shrugged. “I was just a bit shocked. I hadn’t planned on asking you anything that would make you uncomfortable, so I hadn’t even entertained the idea of asking you relationship questions.”

“I appreciate that. I’m not a super private guy, but it gets hard to be in the public eye with a relationship when I’m just trying to move on and people bring up my past ones, or what they believe to be past ones.”

Before you could respond, the doors to the elevator opened. The two of you stepped out and walked through the nearly empty parking garage before arriving to your car. You paused and turned back to Pete. You didn’t want to go just yet. You had enjoyed getting to spend time with him, even if it were likely he just saw you as yet another interviewer and nothing more.

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” you said, lamely. You mentally kicked yourself for not saying something that actually warranted a response.

“No problem. Gotta make sure no one kidnaps you.”

You smiled at the joke. You toyed with the keys in your hand, trying to put off getting in the car as much as you could. Pete was hesitant to walk away as well, which gave you a little bit of hope as to where this was going.

“I meant what I said about being single, by the way,” Pete finally said. “Which is to say that I am...single.”

“I am, too,” you told him.

A smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips. “What should I do with that information then?”

“Well,” you started, “you’re single, I’m single. We just spent the day getting to know one another. Maybe we could extend that to a non-professional setting.”

The smile on Pete’s face was brighter than the sun. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, actually. How about tomorrow? We could go for a coffee, start small.”

“Sounds fantastic. Here.” You passed him your phone and watched him put his number into it.

It felt so much easier to get into your car then.

You watched Pete walk away through the rearview mirror, and once he was far enough away you did a dance in your seat to celebrate both a great interview and the date you had managed to score along the way.

You were just starting up your car when a text from an unknown number came into your phone.

“just making sure you gave me a real number ~ pete”

You smiled to yourself and sent a response. “nope, this is actually a chinese take out place that conveniently does text messages as well”

“well fuck, that’s the third time this has happened this week”

You giggled to yourself before putting your phone aside and driving back towards your home, feeling as though you were on cloud nine.

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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chapter 19 of don’t read the last page is here!

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[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

“I, uh, am I supposed to be scared?”

“Are you?”

“...only if I’m supposed to be.”

She laughed and held out her hand palm-up. “Hold on to me. Trust me, it helps.”

chapter 19: six weeks or so

When she saw Kristoff waiting for her by the car, she didn't so much embrace him as crash into him, flinging her suitcases aside to throw her arms around his waist and hold on tight.

He caught her with equal enthusiasm, pressing her so close to his chest she could feel his heartbeat thudding against her cheek.

"I missed you," she choked out, tears already welling over.

"It's okay," he murmured, running a hand over her hair. "You're back now. I've got you."

"Russia is cold as fuck."

"Were you surprised?"

"No, I just-- fuck, it's good to be back in LA."

He chuckled and pulled back enough to get a glimpse at her face. "I take it you didn't sleep on the plane."

"Not even for a minute. I don't even remember what day it's supposed to be."

"February eighteenth. And it's Saturday, so you're stuck with me all day."

"Oh, thank god, I-- wait, you got up this early on a weekend to get me?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to to see you."

"Jesus. Are you like, real? Am I actually asleep now and dreaming this?"

He kissed her forehead and pulled back to open the trunk of his car. "No, this is real."

"God, I'm lucky," she said with a happy sigh, admiring the way his arms flexed as he heaved her suitcases into the trunk. "You're hot and you love me. And smart!"

"Did you sleep at all the last day or so?"

"Nope," she said cheerfully. "So the reunion sex has to wait til after I nap this time."

---

“Was it all bad?”

“No, there were some good moments. Like I did have one afternoon to go sightseeing with Honey. I tweeted those pictures, did you see?”

“Mhmm. You looked adorable in that big fur hat,” Kristoff said, leaning over to where she was perched on the edge of the counter to kiss her on the cheek.

“And Honey made it bearable, and the not-Hans people are mostly okay. Oh! And Katerina was lovely, that’s the little girl who plays Anastasia when she’s younger. They’re doing that whole first bit in Russian, and she didn’t really know much English, but she was so cute, look!”

She held up her phone to show him a picture of her grinning ear to ear as she knelt beside a little girl with bright blue eyes, waist-length red hair, and a missing front tooth; they looked so similar that for a moment he had an uncanny feeling that he was looking at a picture of a mother and daughter.

“Yeah, she’s adorable,” he said, unsure why there was suddenly a lump in his throat.

“And she was so sweet with the dog-- I told you they’re keeping that in, right, from the original one? Anyway, by the end they were inseparable. I could tell you would get along with her, too.”

He set down the spatula then and went over to kiss her properly, setting his hands on her waist and tugging her as close as he could without pulling her completely off the counter. She let out a little surprised laugh, though she met him with enthusiasm, and when he pulled away she asked breathlessly, “What was that for?”

“Just because.”

---

There was a loud thump, followed by a hissed, “Fuck, shit that hurt!”, and then another much louder thump followed by something so vulgar he felt himself blush just listening to it.

He sat up, fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand. “Anna? What are you doing up? I thought you said you don’t have to film anything else.”

“I don’t. But I set up a meeting with Lena this morning to talk about options.”

“Oh.”

He wasn’t awake enough to deal with that kind of problem just yet, and so instead he switched the lamp on. “What did you drop?”

“I set my heels on top of the drawers so I would see them and remember to wear them. The tall ones that make me feel like a badass? And then, uh, I tried to get dressed in the dark and knocked one of them onto my foot, and it turns out those heels hurt when they land on you, and then I, uh, I tripped and ran into the dresser.”

“Sounds like you’re going to have a bruise.”

“A massive one that Honey will get annoyed at me for. You wouldn’t believe how much concealer she’s wasted on me doing stupid shit.”

She finished putting her earrings in and clacked over to him, still in the heels. “Have fun at work today, baby, okay?”

“I’ll try. Depends on what shit Ryder pulls.”

She laughed at that and leaned down to kiss him. “Love you.”

“Love you back.”

And he was having fun at work, really, especially when he spent his lunch break playing fetch with the dogs who were staying in the kennels, but then his phone buzzed with a call from Anna.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?” he asked, hoping she couldn’t tell he was already worrying; she never called at work.

“Fuck! I’m so fucking pissed, I-- oh, hello, sorry, I skipped that part. Love you. Anyway, fuck!”

“What’s wrong?”

“So I like, told Lena how shitty Hans was, and that you and I had been talking about eventually going public, and she was all ‘well it’s really good for your reputation to be in the news this much’ and I was like ‘um but I don’t like being in the tabloids’ and she was like ‘but it’s good for your career so really I was thinking we could play this up’ even though I told her at the beginning I don’t want to encourage it, you know?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And then she was annoyed at me, like ‘look at all your Twitter followers now’ and stuff and just like...fuck. Like I know she knows how to do this shit way better than me, but still. I told her no, by the way, still no playing into it. Which I would have done even if I didn’t know it bothers you because it bothers me, so don’t start feeling guilty.”

She knew him too well; he’d been getting ready to apologize already. “I won’t.”

“Well, then, she was like ‘the hype is going to die down til the trailer drops this summer if we don’t do something so next weekend I got you lined up for some talk show stuff, and Hans is doing SNL and surprise, you’ve got a cameo with him on that and also he’ll be on the talk shows too’ and just. I told her how much he sucks, you know? And that I really needed a break from traveling.”

“But this’ll be really good, Anna,” he said, making sure he was out of earshot of anyone who might overhear and put two and two together. “For your career and the movie. You gotta go.”

She sighed heavily. “I know. But like, I haven’t even gotten to see my sister in a month. And they’re probably gonna put me in a hotel with Hans, and he’ll try to come up with some excuse to come talk to me in my room--”

“Can I come with you?” Kristoff asked, surprising even himself. “I mean, if it’s for SNL, it’s on the weekend, right?”

There was a beat of silence, and then she replied, “Oh my god. Oh my god, would you really do that?”

“Um...go on a weekend trip with my girlfriend to a city I’ve never seen? Is that a question?”

“We’d have to leave Friday, though.”

“That’s fine. I get a day off each month, and I haven’t used any yet.”

“You’re telling me it’s March, and you’ve been stressed as fuck, and you still haven’t missed a day?”

“Um…”

“Okay, you’re definitely coming with me. And we’re doing touristy shit the whole time. Well, the whole time I’m not doing dumb interviews or whatever. Anyway, I just got to set. See you tonight?”

“Why did you say that like it’s a question? We live together.”

“I don’t know. Makes it feel more exciting that way, like we’re still in the exciting dating part and not basically already an old married couple.”

“It’s still exciting to me.”

“Aww, Kris,” she said, her voice softening. “You’re too cute. I can’t wait to actually be half of an old married couple with you.”

Unconsciously, his hand went to his pocket, where he was keeping the receipt from the jewelry store. He was picking it up after work today. “Me, either.”

---

“Do you think people can tell this is a wig?”

“No. I barely recognized you when you came out of the bathroom this morning.”

“Liar. But you’re sweet for saying so.”

He laughed and squeezed her hand. She was in the window seat, wearing a brunette wig cut into a bob, a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over it, and a pair of sunglasses for good measure, and still to be certain she went unrecognized, they had gone through security and boarding separately. Now they were seated in first class, and, mercifully Hans had beaten them there and already attracted all the attention to himself. Except for his own, of course; he had already made excuses to walk past their row twice before the plane had even taken off.

Kristoff heard the engines start up and cleared his throat. “Um. Is it too late to tell you I’ve never flown before?”

“Never? I knew that in high school, but I thought surely…”

“Nope. I, uh, am I supposed to be scared?”

“Are you?”

“...only if I’m supposed to be.”

She laughed and held out her hand palm-up. “Hold on to me. Trust me, it helps.”

He squeezed her hand and felt a prickling at the back of his neck. He turned and met Hans’s glittering green eyes across the aisle. For a moment they just stared at each other; then Hans smirked and returned his attention to his phone.

Kristoff turned to face the front again, grateful Anna’s attention was on the menu and thus that she’d missed the moment of tension. He had a funny feeling that wouldn’t be the only such moment this weekend.

---

“Yes, it’s been a dream come true,” she said with a grin. “I mean, getting to be a literal princess? What girl doesn’t want that?”

“It’s your second time wearing a crown. Do you think this movie will be as successful as Crowned on Christmas?”

“Oh, definitely. I mean, the number of amazing, talented people on set--”

And there was Hans’s goddamn hand on her knee again. “I agree,” he said, smoothly interrupting her. “It’s been such an amazing experience working with Anna.”

She crossed her legs, forcing his hand to fall away. At least it wasn’t on her shoulder again this time; that had taken her a whole minute and a half to shuffle out of. She caught the host’s eye in a silent plea for help, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“And the rumors about the two of you?”

Hans laughed. “It’s flattering, to be sure, to have my name linked with someone like our Anna here. But I like to keep some parts of my life private.”

“Me, too,” Anna said quickly, but Hans’s hand settled over her shoulders again all the same.

When she was finally, mercifully off the set and backstage again, she didn’t even bother with a makeup wipe before grabbing Kristoff’s hand and pulling him out the stage door, heading straight for the car that was waiting for them. Mercifully, no fans had come around back yet, and so she dropped his hand only long enough to get in the backseat.

Neither of them spoke until they were nearly to the hotel, and then she turned to him suddenly, her eyes fierce. “I fucking hate that guy.”

Kristoff only nodded, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

“And I’m gonna take an insanely hot shower until I like, burn away all of him from my skin.”

He nodded again and set his hand over hers, squeezing hard.

The silence resumed as they made their way upstairs, timing it so they wouldn’t be seen in the lobby together. She went first and was already stripped down, the shower heating up, when she heard the door click open. She stepped back out to greet Kristoff, but before she could even get out a hello he was there, his hands tangling in her hair as he kissed her, hard.

“Fuck,” she managed to gasp out, hands already scrabbling at his waistband as he nipped at her lower lip. “Kris, I--”

She trailed off into a gasp. He had already moved down to her neck, pressing kisses hard enough she wondered if he was trying to leave a mark. “I love you, Anna,” he said, his breath hot against her skin.

“I love you, too. Only you,” she emphasized, and she felt him groan against her collarbone. “And I only want you to touch me.”

“Good. Because that’s how I’m planning on spending the rest of the night.”

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It was too damn hot in the rehearsal room. She had to step out for a moment or she was going to puke up every bite of the room service they had ordered that morning, too lazy and exhausted after spending most of the night tangled in each other to bother even going two feet down the sidewalk for a bagel.

Hans raised an eyebrow as she stood. “You alright, Anna? We’re just about to be to the skit you’re in if you don’t mind waiting another minute for a break.”

She simpered at him, wishing she had the guts to tell him off then and there. “Be right back. Just need a piss.”

He blinked, affronted, but one of the women beside him snickered, which was enough to embolden her. She grabbed her purse from the back of her chair and marched off to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She really did need to pee, but after that she dug through the bag in search of a Tums. “Come on, you’re in here somewhere-- aha!” she exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out a foiled packet.

Her smile dropped immediately; it was just her birth control, but as she went to drop it back in something caught her eye. She did some mental math, and then did it again, and then pulled out her phone and looked at a calendar of the last month. No, she thought, panic already rising in her chest, there should only be five. Not six.

She flicked to another app on her phone, the little one with the stupid flower icon. Surely she had just misremembered, it had been the first week in Russia and it’d only been, what, five or six weeks--

Twelve days late.

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By the fountain. The big one. The one she had sent him a Google Maps pin for. He had checked three times; this was the right place. And it was the right place, too, with the first of the season’s flowers blooming around it, and surprisingly few people, and the sun was gorgeous and warm and sparkling on the water, and seriously, there was so much green. When would he have a chance like this in California?

He kept taking the box out of his pocket and opening to double check it, just to make sure it was still there. It felt unreal somehow, even though he’d had it for the last two weeks, just waiting at the back of the sock drawer.

He still couldn’t help but worry she wouldn’t like it, that it wouldn’t be enough for her. It was kind of small, really, not at all what you’d expect a rising starlet to wear. But he’d picked it out himself because he thought it was her style, and he’d paid for it all up front out of his savings, and he hoped that was enough to make up for its size.

Which was ridiculous to even worry about, because this was Anna, and all she had ever wanted from him was himself, which was maybe even more ridiculous than that.

He heard footsteps and quickly shoved the box back in his pocket, worried she might have caught a glimpse, but it was only an old man passing by and leaning on his cane who gave him a wink. “Good luck with that, kid,” the man said, and Kristoff offered him a weak smile and a nod.

And then there she was, radiant in the midafternoon light in a white sundress. He was struck suddenly by the thought of how she’d look coming down the aisle to him in something similar, and a smile broke out across his face, one that she didn’t return. In fact, as she drew closer, he realized that she looked exactly like she had on their trip to Disneyland after their third time in a row on Space Mountain.

“Kris,” she said the moment she came up to him, not even taking a moment to hug him, “I gotta tell you something.”

“Oh, uh--” He gulped. “I, uh, I kinda wanted to tell you something too. Or, er, ask you.”

“Oh-- oh! Oh, fuck! You go first, then.”

“Well-- I don’t know, it was supposed to be a surprise--”

“Do you want me to walk away and come back?”

“I...yeah, that, uh, that would be good.”

She did, and this time when she came over she was giving him a bright smile, her eyes already shining with emotion even before he got down on one knee.

“Anna,” he said as she drew closer to him, “you’re the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. You’re the love of my life, and I know I kind of asked this before, but I want to ask it officially. Will you-- oh, fuck, baby, why are you crying so hard? Did I fuck it up?”

She let out a sob. “I think I’m pregnant.”

#HAHAHAHAHHA PLEASE DONT COME FOR MY THROAT #drtlp #my fics

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 4 years

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what are your thoughts on the skeleton twins

Hi! I finished watching it last night but desperately needed sleep after because I knew I had things to do this morning, and I also wanted to process it (sometimes I have to take some time to process movies, other times I just word vomit about them).

This is kind of long but I’ll add a read more later when I have the chance!

Anyway; The Skeleton Twins...I really enjoyed it! I went in knowing absolutely nothing except that Bill Hader and Kristen Wiig were in it and playing twins, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I think, given the two actors I mentioned, I was expecting pure comedy or something? But I was so blown away by the film and the performances they gave.

Obviously I love both Bill Hader and Kristen Wiig anyway but this movie really showed their serious acting chops. There were some funny moments too, of course, but they’re both really talented doing genres outside of comedy too, and it sometimes takes me aback when I see comedians do such a good job with non-comedic roles - then again, comedy is probably the hardest genre to pull off, and so it’s no wonder they’re both talented anyway. (I’m rambling, sorry!)

{below here I’m talking about themes related to mental health/suicide, and I can’t put a read more at the moment because I’m currently on my mobile - I will be putting a read more here when I get the chance later!}

I was so taken aback though because the film starts with Milo attempting to commit suicide and Maggie contemplating it, and I guess...it’s something I have struggled with, and so it really made my heart drop especially when I saw Milo in the bathtub and the water turn red. It doesn’t show him actually cutting but we all know what happened. Without going into too much detail, SH and mental illness is something I really struggle with, even though I’m slowly recovering these days - it never truly goes away though, you know it’s there even if you’ve gotten better and it’s something you learn to cope and deal with.

Honestly, I was sort of pleasantly surprised by how well the film portrayed mental illness and suicide with both the main characters. I felt at times I should have hated Maggie for cheating and lying to her husband but I also sort of empathized with her (not with the cheating, just the whole situation and being in a huge mess), and I think what made the film was the relationship between the two siblings because it’s so real and natural, especially if you consider the circumstances when they were younger. Their interactions as siblings was so believeable too, like sometimes you’ll watch movies with siblings and the siblings are all mushy or too at each other’s throats, and it’s unrealistic. They both feel so relatable and easy to connect to, though I suppose I am kind of more biased towards Bill’s character because he’s the reason I watched it (after seeing the clip of him dancing online - that was literally the only part I had seen before).

This is kind of dumb, but as I said, I thought they did a great job portraying depression and the aftermath of the suicide attempts? Like when Maggie was drowning herself and then panicked and tried to swim back up but couldn’t - I’ve heard stories of people who have survived jumping off of bridges or whatever, and they’ve said that after making that jump they instantly regretted it. I think that’s so accurate - it’s not glamourizing suicide either, like it would have been so easy to have her sink peacefully and be rescued without her wanting it and then realize what she’s doing but instead they showed the panic, the regret.

I think what especially caught my eye, however, was the fact that Milo was wearing bracelets on his wrists later in the film to hide his scars and like...? That is so relatable, that is something I do during the summer if it’s been one of those instances, I wear bracelets and wristbands and sometimes even tie a bandana around my wrist to hide it.

I don’t know if that’s just something I do/have done and I’m projecting, or if it’s because actual research/thought was put into it, but either way it was something that really stood out to me and made him more relatable?

I can’t remember the name of Milo’s ex teacher but he can get fucked for all I care. He took advantage and manipulated a teenage boy and I think that’s important to remember. It would be easy to just freak out because omg cute gay couple but to me I just saw it as a one-sided unhealthy relationship where one is manipulative and abusive to the other who feels like they need their love, and it’s kind of depressing - but then Milo basically says “fuck that” by the end, and it’s beautiful because it’s like he’s deciding “you know what, I deserve to be treated better” - and he does, he really does. Beforehand it felt (to me) like he allowed himself to be used and mistreated because he felt like that was the only way he could feel worthy, but then he grows and develops and I think that’s so important.

I think I should also briefly mention that the scene where Maggie tells Milo “maybe next time you should cut deeper” genuinely broke my heart for many reasons - because she’s so upset and her marriage is ruined and everything is a mess, so much so that she actually says that to him before immediately regretting it. And ofc I was so upset because that’s literally something your brain tells you when you’re depressed and suicidal/self harm, that maybe next time...yeah. You can see the flurry of emotions on his face as he processes what she said, like he’s in genuine disbelief that she - his own sister, his twin - said such a cruel and disgusting thing to him like that. It genuinely broke my heart to see, though I was glad they did eventually mend things between them.

Some other things I want to mention but don’t have the brain capacity to talk about properly because I’m exhausted and a dumbass:

The Marley and Me joke was so relatable omg, I read the more child friendly version when I was little but I had no idea the dog died and it broke my damn heart, so that little joke about Marley and Me was hilarious to me

Honestly I’m talking a lot about Bill Hader but I do truly adore Kristen Wiig too, like she’s probably one of the most diverse actresses who does all sorts of genres and projects - from voice acting to drama to SNL etc - and she’s incredible in this film.

Lance was a sweetheart and I feel sorry for him? Like he genuinely loved Maggie and was such a nice guy, and while some of the stuff he said wasn’t always helpful or correct, it came from a place of caring and that’s what matters. Also he was totally cool with his brother in law who he never met before coming and living in his house, and he even helped Milo get some work (even if said work WAS clearing brush away)

The scene where the twins go out and Bill Hader is dressed in drag is honestly a highlight of this movie

Actually the scene where he sees himself the first time in drag is also a highlight

The scene where the mother is making a long ass toast while everyone is waiting to drink their wine, and Maggie/Kristen Wiig just downs her glass before she’s finished is so relatable

Okay but there’s a scene where Milo goes to a gay bar looking for a lay and just...the night he goes, of course it’s fuckin “Dyke Night” (their words, not mine!) and then he comes home absolutely pissed and telling his sister and his brother in law that he just wanted “some c*ck”, omg I was laughing way too hard. Also let’s not forget that he said the two “lesbian ladies” he met were lovely and taught him to play darts, we love mlm and wlw solidarity!!

Well since we’ve already established I’m fucking trash for Bill Hader, let’s just include that moment where his character is shirtless (kinda) in bed

That scene where Maggie meets up with some woman she knew (in high school I think?) and that woman has a son, and the son is a little dick and the mom and the son are cussing at each other was a whole new level of hilarious I didn’t expect, like I was deadass expecting this chick to go on about how wonderful it is to be a mother even when he’s a dick to her, how it’s a great gift, but nope, she knows and even says he’s a fucking dick 😂

THE DENTIST OFFICE SCENE JESUS CHRIST I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE I WAS GENUINELY PISSING MYSELF WITH LAUGHTER?!

THAT DANCE SCENE AM I RIGHT, OMG, like he’s so cute and happy in that scene and then she joins in and it’s so dorky and fun??

I LOVE all the water imagery and shit, like maybe it’s just because I’m an absolute geek for swimming (it’s one of maybe three sports I don’t totally suck at??) and I love the cinematography underwater, whether it’s the skeleton key ring sinking or the scuba diving or Milo’s goldfish. So much wonderful cinematography and imagery!

This film has ultimately shown me that Wiig and Hader deserve Oscars and awards ASAP

Also this is just a general note to anyone reading, feel free to recommend movies to me anytime because I’m a cinephile and love getting to watch new films!

#the skeleton twins #kristen wiig #bill hader #asks #long post #will put a read more later!!

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So I’m finishing ITHOTS (finally) and it’s fucking phenomenal!! I’m so close to being done!! But I grew up/lived in CA until my mid twenties and there’s one thing I keep kinda noticing!This is the dumbest quibble that really doesn’t matter all that much because like who the fuck really cares but just FYI there are no fireflies in CA. Just in case you wanted to know!!!! Idk if you care about that level of detail accuracy when that’s not the point! But yeah just thought I’d mention it.

AH thank you first off, I’m glad you’re enjoying it even as a CA native!! I hope you enjoy the end when you’re done too

I have to admit though that i DID in fact google whether or not there were fireflies in LA, found out that nope, there aren’t, and then I deliberated over including them for a hot two seconds and said “fuck it, they’re going in” lmao. I’ve never seen them irl before but I just love the idea of them, the visual is nice, y’know!!

thank you though, honestly, I hope it didn’t take you out of it too much. I think by that point I had just given the fuck up about it being pinpoint accurate, because the amount of stuff I googled for accuracy’s sake in that fic is ridiculous. what’s the big freeway in LA. Trader Joes near Beverly Hills. pharmacy chains in California. does heat make asthma worse. does Griffith Observatory have a gift shop. how long is a flight from LA to Atlanta. jockstraps. are there parrots in LA. are there cicadas in LA. are there mosquitos in LA. are there bats in LA. are there snakes in LA. are there lizards in LA. what trees grow in LA. what are those trees with the big rattling red seed pods. what orange flowers grow in LA. what’s some cool mountains near LA and do Joshua trees grow there. Ralph’s near beverly hills. red jockstraps. arcades in LA. does the aquarium of the Pacific have seals and a shark tank. what’s the nearest Olive Garden to beverly hills and does it have a gluten free option. red and white jockstraps. what year did field of dreams come out. what does the Grove look like. what trees grow in NYC. where exactly is yankee stadium. what does sex feel like. what’s the route for the LA marathon. how far from dodger’s stadium to santa monica. how far from beverly hills to santa monica. how far from LA to santa cruz. how far from beverly hills to pasadena. can people with asthma still exercise. what’s the hottest month in LA. beaches in LA. what are richie and eddie’s birthdays. VHS rental stores in America. spanish style houses. average house cost in beverly hills. does the Grove have a cinema. how old are you in junior year of high school. whole foods near beverly hills. hippie towns in California. hotels near Rockefeller Plaza. how tall is a forty storey building. men in jockstraps and socks. baseball rivalries. how often does it rain in LA. does gluten free pizza exist. does the LA zoo have monkeys. what tourist attractions are there in Atlanta. funny mugs. how much do Bill Hader and James Ransone weigh. where is the conan show filmed. what is the funicular railway called in LA. parks in LA. 80s dudes in little shorts and long socks. are the Sierras near LA. what is the name for a prayer shawl worn during a Bar Mitzvah. can you get fries at Popeye’s. are there sports shops at the Grove. circumcision rates for children born in the late 1970s. how far is Cannes from Lyon. when was The Power of Love released. where is SNL filmed. what is the filming schedule for SNL. men with hairy legs in tiny little red running shorts. was there a full moon on the 4th of July 2017. romantic Italian phrases. what’s the deal with Reno. what are the ingredients of a White Russian. when was gay marriage legalised in CA. jockstraps. how to say “my love” in Italian. what time does the sun set in Maine in October. what is the seating capacity of Yankee stadium. when does the MLB season end. is there Vitamic C in semen. how far is LA to Chicago. and finally, the most important question of them all: do you need to use an enema before anal sex. I found this very interesting article if anyone’s curious

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Karlie papped leaving Taylor’s – December 11, 2014

Devoting this much time to her female friendships started out as a reaction, Swift says, “to the way people were overreacting to my life. I was really irritated by the whole serial-dater play that people tried to make about me.”

She responded by pulling the plug on her love life. “I just decided I wasn’t willing to provide them that kind of entertainment anymore,” she says. “I wasn’t going to go out on dates and have them be allowed to take pictures and say whatever they wanted about our body language. I wasn’t going to sit next to somebody and flirt with them for five minutes, because I know the next day he’ll be rumored to be my boyfriend. I just kind of took the narrative back. It’s unfortunate I had to do that. And it’s unfortunate that now I have this feeling like if I were to open myself up to love, that would be a career weakness.” Instead, Swift is emerging as a powerful figure for teenage girls and young women—someone who takes to task critics and bullies and, yes, men who’ve wronged her, and provides a shining example of a woman shaping her own destiny.

“This last year has felt very different than any other year of my life,” Swift tells me. “I’ve felt more settled and unapologetic about who I am and what I stand for. I think that might be one of those symptoms of growing up and becoming your own person, and depending less on other people’s opinions of you. I just hope that keeps going—because I’m liking it. Swift is describing her philosophy about making friends—basically, wear ’em down till they like you—when Kloss sweeps into the apartment, a six-foot-one beam of sunshine. Though Swift and Kloss have known each other for only a year, their best-friendship, they tell me, was instantaneous. They’re a striking pair, particularly now that Kloss’s formerly tawny hair is blonde. “When I did SNL they both came, and at the after-party it was so confusing to everyone, like these Amazon twins,” says Dunham. “Taylor’s so tall, Karlie’s even taller, and together it’s just surreal.” If Swift wears heels and Kloss wears flats, they’re the same height. But today, Kloss has messed up the equation by wearing skintight Tamara Mellon leather leggings with boots attached. “All-in-one, baby,” she says, showing them off as she walks the floor bearing a tin of her gluten- and dairy-free Karlie’s Kookies, from her collaboration with Milk Bar. “They’re kind of the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” Swift gushes. “You look like Catwoman!” Kloss says they’re custom-made, but she can hook Swift up with a pair. “They’re pretty good,” says Kloss, “but I can’t take them back to St. Louis. When I go home, if I have even an ounce of New York attitude, my family’s like, ‘Nope, nope.’ They don’t let it happen.” “They’re like, ‘You with your shoe pants, you leave those outside!’” says Swift, laughing. “You put on some real pants!” Somehow, though, despite their differing levels of fashion expertise, they often tend to dress the same. “The other night I came over,” says Kloss, “and we were both going someplace from here, and we were both wearing black crop tops and high-waisted skirts. It’s kind of getting weird.” Black tights, hair done the same way,” says Swift. “Just like, ‘Ugh, be more annoying.’ We couldn’t possibly be.

“People had been telling us for years we needed to meet,” she adds. “I remember makeup artists and hair people going, ‘Doesn’t she remind you of Karlie? God, she and Karlie would be best friends. They’re the same. Karlie’s such a good girl. She brings us cookies every time we do a shoot.’ ”...A mutual friend, Kloss’s fellow VS model Lily Aldridge, introduced her to Swift, “and we were just like, ‘You. My friend. Now,’ ” says Swift. A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift. They walked beneath the redwoods, ran on the beach at sunset, took a picture hanging off the state-park sign with Kloss wearing Swift’s sweater, the front of which spelled out genius. “It’s ironic, clearly,” Swift is quick to add.

When I ask what they bonded over, they shrug. “We’re both normal people,” says Kloss.

“We’re real girls,” says Swift, who, as if on cue, drops part of the cookie she’s eating on her dress, picks it up, and eats it. “Five-second rule.” (X)

#accohtimeline #taylor swift #taylorswift #ts #taylor #swift #kaylor #accoh timeline #gaylor #gaylor swift

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I mainly work in spaces where I’m emulating a style. Obviously, Documentary Now! is the most profound example of that. SNL is, you know, you grow up knowing what an SNL sketch kind of sounds like. So you’re working within that structure. And stand-up-wise, I’m working within the forms that already exist but putting a spin on them. This idea did not originate that way. Later on, in order to do good press, I said things like, “I was thinking about 3-2-1 Contact and Sesame Street. I thought, No one’s done one of those with a darker sensibility. So I called Marika Sawyer, and we wrote it, and then David Byrne was already dropping by to borrow a bicycle-tire pump, and things got pretty groovy.” The original seedlings were just, Oh, a school gym when they have a play. That would be an interesting look. Because I watch a lot of specials, and I’m very interested in the sets, and what looks different, and how sketch shows make themselves look different. I was seeing a junior-high production of the play Our Town, and I was looking at the school-gym stage with the paper cardboard set and just the way a gym looks at night: I haven’t seen this. I haven’t seen something presented with this staging. So it started off like, What if we did SNL with kids in a school gym? But ran it like SNL and did it live? That was my idea. Then I talked to Marika Sawyer about it and she said, “I think that’s a really, really bad idea because they’d be kids.” I said, “No, we’d have a dress rehearsal and then we’d have meetings.” She was like, “I think kids can memorize, but I don’t know if they take notes like in 15-minute rush sessions before a live taping.” And she has a kid, and I don’t, so I said, “Agree to disagree.” We were kicking around this idea of school theater. You know, Our Town has the stage manager; I thought I could be something like that. I was kicking it around and then Marika said, “Did you ever read the Nutshell Library, by Maurice Sendak? And I said, “Nope.” They were a series of little books, one of them called Chicken Soup With Rice, that Carole King made an album out of. We kind of ripped [it] off for our song “Plain Plate of Noodles.” When I was trying to think of a variety show, the second most successful variety show to SNL is Sesame Street. That’s the only other one that measures up in terms of longevity and kind of going from a very loose form to a more rigid one. And they both had Paul Simon on a lot in the ’70s, so that intrigued me. That world — Reading Rainbow and all that. So all that bouillabaisse, which is a French fish soup, got stirred together. And then once Marika and I finished the script, then we knew what it was. But before that, we did not.

John Mulaney on the origins of ‘The Sack Lunch Bunch’

#john mulaney #john mulaney and the sack lunch bunch #tv #comedy #interview

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: Their best friend is jealous that they are spending more time with other celebrities

Sooo I just kinda picked random female celebrities they have taken photos with or met at various award shows and performances I hope that’s okay. 😅

Namjoon

Namjoon hadn’t spoken to you in a while and he missed his best friend. He pressed your contact number in his phone. You picked up after the third ring, he was almost afraid you weren’t going to answer.

“Well well if it isn’t Kim Namjoon! You finally remembered you have a best friend that misses you terribly! And here I thought I had been replaced.”

“What are you talking about y/n?”

“Don’t think I haven’t seen those videos of you and Halsey. You two have some secret friendship handshake. And you did a song together how am I supposed to compete with that?” Namjoon can’t help but chuckle at you.

“Y/n, are you jealous?” You get quiet and he knows his assumption is correct.

“...Maybe a little.”

“Don’t be. You’re my best friend and no one will ever replace you. We’ve both just been very busy and haven’t had time to talk much because of our schedules but, I’d like to change that. I miss my best friend.”

“I miss you too Joonie. Once you’re back from your tour let’s spend some time together, okay?”

“I’d like that y/n. I’d like that very much.”

Jin

Jin was on the phone with you absolutely gushing over their new friendship with Camilla. They had met her at the BBMAs and she became fast friends with all of them while they were in America. Jin was telling you all about the time they were spending together and it made you jealous. You couldn’t pretend to be excited, only muttering out grunts of affirmation when he asked if you were even listening to him.

“Alright y/n clearly I’m boring you with all of this so I will just let you get back to your oh so busy schedule-”

“No! Jin wait, I’m sorry.”

“Then tell me what is up with you.”

“I’m just jealous, okay? I haven’t got to spend any time with you lately because of my stupid schedule and to hear how much time you’re spending with another female celebrity is just.. it upsets me.”

“Awwww babe you’re jealous! Well there’s no need for that. You’ll always be first in my heart.” You hear him blow you a kiss into the phone and it makes you laugh.

“Thanks, Jin.”

“Of course, y/n. You know I would much rather be spending time with you but I understand you’re busy. Maybe after we have a break in our schedules I’ll try to come see you.”

Yoongi

You called Yoongi and were fake crying into the phone. You were an actress for a reason though, and Yoongi thought something was seriously wrong causing him to panic.

“Y/n? What’s wrong, is everything okay? Do I need to get on a flight and come back home what’s going on?” You felt bad for making him worry but you still played along with the joke, sniffling into the phone.

“No, everything is not fine. My best friend has replaced me and I am very sad.”

“The fuck are you talking about? And don’t scare me like that again jeez I thought something was seriously wrong I was worried.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi. But really, you’ve met so many female celebrities lately and you’re always hanging out with them and I feel like you forgot about me.”

“Y/n.. I could never forget about you, okay? You’re my best friend. You always have been and you always will be. You don’t need to be jealous because no one else even comes close to meaning as much to me as you do. You’ve been there for me through everything.” You weren’t expecting such a heartfelt response from him and it almost caused you to start crying for real.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I miss you, ya know? When you get back from the states I want to spend time with you. I miss our movie nights.”

“I miss them too, and I miss you too. We’ll see each other soon, I promise.”

Hoseok

After SNL you noticed many pictures of Hoseok with Emma Stone started coming up on your feed, causing you to feel quite jealous. You were so busy with filming your new drama that you hardly saw Hoseok anymore. You were surprised when he called you later that evening. He sounded genuinely excited that you answered.

“Ah, love I miss you!”

“Are you sure you meant to call me, Hoseok and not Emma?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You’ve been spending so much time with her lately that I didn’t think you even remembered who your best friend was anymore.”

“Y/n that’s not fair. You know if I could spend all the time in the world with you I would. But you’re busy with your schedule, there’s no need for you to be jealous.”

“I am not jealous!”

“Yes you are. You’re my best friend I know you better than that.”

“Okay maybe I am a little jealous. I just miss you Hobi I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“Well, we have a break in our schedule coming up. How about if I come and see you on set?”

“Ah, Hobi that would be amazing! I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you either y/n.”

Jimin

“Park Jimin.”

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“I am very upset with you.”

“What? Why what did I do?” Jimin was so excited when he heard his phone ringing with your ringtone. He hadn’t heard from you in so long because of your busy schedule as an actress and his as an idol. But hearing you were upset with him made him worry. What had he done to make you mad?

“Look at me Halsey, baby look at me. I thought I was your baby Jiminie I’m your best friend. I know I’ve been busy lately but.. Have I been replaced?”

“What? No y/n of course not! You don’t need to be jealous you’re always my number 1 okay, baby?” You giggle into the phone and it melts Jimin’s heart.

“I was just teasing you, Jimin. But I’m glad to know that I am still your best friend. I want to come and see you while you’re on your tour, okay? I miss you.” Hearing those words from you sends his heart aflutter.

“Whenever you want, y/n. I’ll always make time for you.”

Taehyung

You tried not to be upset with Taehyung, but seeing him with so many different celebrities, how he got along with all of them, it made you feel like maybe he didn’t have room for you in his life anymore. When he face timed you, you tried to fake a smile but he could see right through you after knowing you for as long as he had.

“Mmm, jagi what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing Tae, don’t worry about it.” He puts his face closer to the screen as if he’s inspecting your face.

“Nope, gonna worry about it until you tell me.” You sigh and pull the phone away from your face for a minute much to Taehyung’s displeasure,

‘“Yah, come back! Where’d my beautiful best friend go?” You can’t help but smile and bring the phone back up to your face. “Ah there she is. That’s much better.”

“Tae do you still, I mean are we still best friends?” He looks offended at your question.

“How could you ask me that? Of course we’re still best friends! Why would think we weren’t honey?”

“Because. You’re meeting all these other really famous celebrities and I’m just.. I don’t know. Old news.” He looks upset with you now.

“Y/n! Don’t say that about yourself. You’re my best friend and I love you. I don’t care how many people I meet it doesn’t matter. You’re the most important person in my life and you always will be, got it?” You smile at him and he smiles back with his wide boxy smile that you adore so much.

“Okay Tae. Love you too. I can’t wait to see you.”

Jungkook

You were scrolling through your Instagram when suddenly photos of Jungkook with Ariana Grande started popping up in your feed. You thought maybe after the one show that was going to be it, but you started seeing more and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. When Jungkook called you it was hard for you not to sound annoyed.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Jungkookie, I’m still your best friend right?”

“What? Of course you are. We’ve been best friends since before I debuted.. why would you even ask me that?”

“It’s stupid forget it.”

“No, tell me. Please.” You can almost hear his pout through the phone.

“I just.. I’ve seen all the photos of you with Ariana lately and I just... I don’t know. I know I’m busy with my schedule and I don’t get to see you as often as we’d both like but, I was a little jealous.”

“Cute. Y/n you don’t need to be jealous. You’ll always be my very best friend and nothing is every going to change that.”

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elareine · 4 years

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I dream of our story (our fairytale) (JayDick)

Sequel to In the Shallows.

Morning, babe <3

Jay: It’s 3pm here.

Jay: Good morning <3 Sleep well?

Better if you’d been here :(

Jay: Tell me about it.

When there’s fewer people around, you’ll even get a picture

Jay: Now that’s something to look forward to.

After the success of “A star is born,” Jason never took part in a movie again.

He had told Dick that honestly, it would need one hell of a fucking script to get him to do that again. If anything, he was considering maybe trying his luck at Broadway. But as long as people still filled stadiums and streamed his songs in their millions, he was going to keep making his own music. He was a song-writer and guitarist first, after all.

Dick, meanwhile, hugely enjoyed the freedom his Oscar had granted him. Next year, he would have a big, comedic action blockbuster (guess who was the new Batman, bitches? That was right, he was sitting right here enjoying his milkshake) and a quiet little family drama coming out. He still loved romance movies, though, and was currently reading a script that made his fingertips itch. He would need to audition for it, and there were several far bigger names talked about for the role, but Dick thought he could do it.

The downside to that was: He was constantly away from home. On set here, on promotion tour there. And when he was home, those rare, precious times, Jason was gone on tour. His new album had dropped six months ago, setting all kinds of new records.

If Dick had thought the US-and-Europe tours had been hell on them, he hadn’t experienced anything like a world tour. He’d seen Jason exactly once, and that had been five weeks ago when their schedules allowed for two days spent together holed up in a hotel room in Singapore.

Jay: I miss your arms

My arms?

Jay: Like, around me. In our bed, our house. Just you and me.

Soon <3

Jay: I miss the smell of your neck.

Dick frowned. If this were anyone else, he’d suspect they were drunk. But Jay wouldn’t do that.

U ok?

Jay: Just tired. Feels like you’re very far away.

I’m not.

Call me later?

(After a nap!!)

Jay: Yeah.

That nagging worry wouldn’t leave Dick all day. Jason had sounded so exhausted last night, more so than his physical condition wanted. It echoed something in Dick that he had tried not to acknowledge but knew shone through in the way he snapped at people randomly, the impatience with which he regarded traffic, the many ways he tried to avoid his lonely bedroom.

They’d been apart before. Hell, most of the first year of their relationship had been spent traveling in different directions, continually trying to navigate time zones and figuring out how to discreetly sext on set.

Their relationship had changed since then, though. It wasn’t just about affection and sex anymore. Sure, all of that was still there in abundance; now joined by a sense of companionship, of going through life together. Even during their screaming arguments, of which there had been quite a few, Dick couldn’t help but want Jason close.

Maybe it was time to reconsider their priorities.

No, Dick decided. No ‘maybe’ about this.

First, he called his agent and Jason’s. Then he sent Roy a message.

“Folks, we got’ a visitor today—stop looking so surprised, bro,” Roy told Jason to the laughter of the audience. He and Dick had planned everything, with Kori and Artemis doing most of the actual, you know, useful work.

Okay, so a little bit of this was payback for Jason pulling him out on stage unprepared three years ago to the day. Dick could admit to being that petty.

Mostly, though, he just wanted to make sure his boyfriend knew where he belonged.

The piano started to play. That was his cue.

“Life is so simple,” Dick began, walking on stage and watching as Jason’s eyes grew wide.

It was a song he’d written for Dick back when they had been filming, before everything had changed. Dick had always loved it for its simplicity, and it had only gained meaning for him since then.

“Family dinners and family trees // Teachin’ the kids to say, “Thank you,” and, “Please”// Knowin’ if we stay together that things will be right…”

Dick knew that Jason wanted kids, though not right away. He did, too. They had talked about it and it had been one of those conversations that served to show Dick that this was it . It was ironic, how Jason—the rock star he’d thought had been judging Dick at every turn when they met—made Dick feel like it was okay to be vulnerable around him.

“I want you to look right in my eyes // To tell me you love me // To be by my side // I want you at the end of my life // Wanna see your face when I fall with grace // At the moment I die // Is that alright?”

The moment those last lines left Dick’s mouth, he was being enveloped in a tight hug. The microphone fell to the ground with a resounding clatter.

“You fucker,” Jason murmured into Dick’s neck. “Did you just propose to me in front of seven thousand people?”

“There’s a ring in my pocket,” Dick told him in a low voice. “Marry me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

It wasn’t like Dick expected to hear anything else. He would never have gone through with this in public if he had. Still, he had to ask: “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Jason pulled back, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Yes, yes, yes. Hi.”

“Hi,” Dick giggled. He couldn’t help himself; he had to pepper Jason’s face in kisses.

“I think this a good moment for our break,” Roy announced into the microphone behind them, laughing. “Go piss, get a beer, and be back in ten!”

Even more important than the proposal—even more important than the fact that they were engaged now, Christ, Jason was his fiancé—was what came after.

Having Jason right next to him, no screen between them, just skin on skin… it was every Dick had been craving in more. He basked in it.

“You’re leaving in three days, aren’t’ ya?” Jason asked, sounding way too quiet.

Dick shook his head. “Nah. We’re not doing this shit again. That’s what that means.” He tapped the ring on Jason’s finger. “I go where you go. If that means postponing a shoot by a few weeks, I’ll do it. And then you can come with me.”

Jason frowned. “I’m supposed to—”

“Nope. Your schedule is cleared—mostly,” Dick added for honesty’s sake, “you’re still doing SNL and the AMAs, but I’ll travel with you. We’ll all have to sit together, plan it out, but. I told our managers that it’s a package deal now. I’m tired of being alone on shoots, and you’re not going on tour without me again.”

Despite his conviction that he’d done the right thing, Dick held his breath as he watched Jason process this. There was a certain amount of heteronomy in their lives, anyway; there was no way they would be able to do all the scheduling themselves, so they were used to going where their management pointed them.

Still. This was big. This was Dick saying: Let’s arrange our lives around each other, not around our careers.

Jason’s eyes closed. He looked more at peace than Dick had ever seen him. “Sounds good to me.”

#jaydick #in the shallows #elareine writes #advent calendar 2019 #yes i used a different song in the fic than the one was prompted #shush

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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When was the last time you wore a mask, and what kind of mask was it? I wore a basic surgical one for a tiny bit at the airport a couple months ago but when I saw literally no one else wearing one I took it off. I feel comfortable enough without them now, but I wasn’t sure if the airport was still requiring them.

Do you say “couch” or “sofa”? 🛋️ I say couch mostly.

Have you found any gray hairs yet? if so, how old were you when you found your first one? I haven’t noticed any yet, but I dye my hair often so who knows.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you go gray, or will you let it be natural? I’ll probably let it naturally grey when I get there.

Have you ever met anyone named Eden? No.I know someone

Which name do you like better: Eden or Aiden? Eden.

What is your favorite type of meat to eat? 🥩 Fish.

When was the last time you felt jealous of someone? Yesterday morning. A friend posted a picture and she’s doing something I’ve always wanted to do and

What are three thing you think of when you hear the word “India”? 🇮🇳 The food, the music, the clothing.

Are there any bar stools in your home? Yeah, we have a little table that comes with barstools.

When was the last time you sat on a bar stool? Uhhh I’m not sure actually, we never use those stools I mentioned above lol.

Have you ever been to a spa? 🧖♀️ Not like, a legit one, no.

What is one thing you hate? My brother in law.

Have you ever sprained your ankle? Yes.

Do you own an artist’s palette? 🎨 if so, when was the last time you used it? Nope.

When was the last time you attended a religious ceremony? ⛪️ Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh probably a funeral if you want to count that.

If applicable, what is one trend you started when you were in school? Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahha good one.

Have you ever done a craft project using a soup can? Possibly.

Have you ever had a Sony product just stop working? Sure?

What is your favorite type of tree? 🌳 Weeping willows.

Have you ever had a spaniel for a pet? No.

Do you like the word “iota”? It always make me think of Ray Liotta haha.

What celebrities were you obsessed with when you were younger? Everyone on SNL. and voice actors like Brendon Small and Billy West. And Michael Ian Black. And Paul Rudd

Would you rather sing or play an instrument? if you’d rather play an instrument, which instrument would you prefer to play? Sing I think.

Were you named after someone, and if so, who? Not necessarily named after, but my mom got my name from the movie Hannah and Her Sisters.

Did you ever play with a yoyo as a kid? 🪀 Sure.

Who is your current favorite celebrity? Aubrey Plaza, Paul Rudd, Will Arnett, Pete Davidson to name a few.

What is one thing you aren’t able to do currently, but you wish you could? There’s a handful of things.

What is one thing you think tastes good with granola? Yogurt.

When was the last time you ate a granola bar? It’s been a bit.

Do you prefer jelly or jam? 🥪 Don’t ask me the difference.

Have you ever met anyone named Cameo? No.

What was the last thing you sent in the mail? I don’t remember.

What is your favorite thing to do on the ice? I like drinks on ice lol.

Have you ever visited any of the Great Lakes? I live on Lake Michigan but I have also been to Erie and Huron

Have you ever swam in any of the Great Lakes? if so, which of the Great Lakes have you visited? I’ve swam in Lake Michigan thousands of times. I am not sure if I swam in Huron, though. I know we’ve been to Mackinac Island, but I don’t remember if we swam in the lake when we were there. And I don’t think I’ve ever swam in Erie.

What were you almost named? Matilda.

What was the name of the first dog you had as a pet? Cosmo.

Do you any of your family members have birthdays on a holiday, and if so, which one(s)? Sometimes mine is on Labor Day and occasionally my dad’s has fallen on Easter.

When was the last time you attended a kegger? 🍾 Never.

What was the last thing you wrote down? Something for work.

What is your favorite type of bird? 🦜 Cardinals.

Do you think of yourself as young or old? how old are you? I’m 33 and it changes from day to day.

Do you enjoy doing crossword puzzles? Eh. I do like other word games though.

#surveys

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notalone91 · 5 years

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i heard you calling (it hurt so much to let go of your hand)

Summary: Every year, like clockwork, on the Anniversary of the day they defeated It, the Losers make a point to crash back down on Derry and wreak some havoc. One stop they have to make is Neibolt Street.

I saw a post on tumblr and was inspired, so, taking a break from my Major Canon Fix It writing to bring you this little nugget. A choose-your-own-adventure of sorts. This is unbeta'd and fell out of my hands and unraveled quickly, so just... take that with a grain of salt.

This is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story of sorts. After the read-more, hit ctrl+f and seek Option A (Camp Denial) or Option B (Camp Canon).

also available on AO3

Every year, like clockwork, on the Anniversary of the day they defeated It, the Losers make a point to crash back down on Derry and wreak some havoc. They drink. They swim in the quarry. They drink. They laugh. They drink. They watch all the horrible old movies they used to see at the Capitol. They drink. They reminisce. They drink. They cry. They drink. They visit the vacant lot on the corner of Neibolt street. They’re very sober. They all stand around for a moment before Richie steps forward to drop a flower he’d kept hidden in his jacket onto the rubble. He runs his hands through the dirt, looking at the sprouts from where the flowers from the last four years have begun to take root. He swallows thickly and kneels, closing his eyes for a moment to block out the other Losers' hushed chatter. He knows they’re talking about him. He’s heard it all before. Still, he has to do it. He has to let him know...

“So, uh, Eds,” he says, tongue feeling too large in his mouth. “It’s been another year.” Another year makes five. It’s been five years already. He can hardly believe it, even though it’s been a huge topic of discussion for the last two days. “I, uh… I washed my sheets. Like twice.” He lifts his eyebrows and smiles, pleased with himself. He laughs to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “I showered a couple of times.” He shrugs, trying to remember all of the things he’d want to tell Eddie that happened since the last time he was here. “I hosted SNL again. They never wanted me as a cast member, but now that I’m all cool and relevant, they’re all over me. Figures, right?” Another laugh. The other Losers look on, none of them ready to interrupt his ritual. They knew too well what happened when they intervened. “My manager threatened to bring in ghostwriters again because my new act wasn’t raunchy enough.” He sank back onto his heels, with his hands folded in his lap. “I think I’m getting too old for the Trashmouth routine. Gotta grow up sometime, I guess.” He pushes his glasses up on his nose and stares at the sky, feeling tears start to bloom in his eyes. “New York is nice, but I gotta say…” he takes a deep breath and exhales, close to a laugh, “it’s filthy, Eds.” He hiccups a little, a single tear beading under his glasses. “How did you live there for so long and not go on a city-wide cleaning spree? I get off the subway and feel like I need to light my skin on fire. It’s disgusting. And the smell?” He bunches up his nose like the wafting steam had followed him to Maine. “I mean, I’m getting used to the smell, but I can’t picture you ever getting used to it.” He laughs, thinking about how many jokes Eddie could make about his Trashmouth being the source of the stench. But he can’t get distracted. He can’t. “I got a dog. She’s a pit bull. I know,” he places a hand over his heart, gasping in shock, “not a pomeranian.” He gives a little sideways smile. “I’m still terrified of the yappy little things. But she protects me, just like you did.” He tries not to remember Eddie’s proud face when he thought he’d killed It with that fucking fencepost. “Anyway, I named her Sunny. It’s supposed to be short for Sonia, but something in me decided that having to remember my lost love every time I looked at her sad brown eyes…” He can hear the Losers shuffling behind him, stifling their own emotions at his rambling. “Your mother did have the most beautiful eyes, Eds.” He bursts out a breathy laugh, “Sorry. I know you hate that.” He thinks over the present tense and realizes it’s not accurate anymore and the laugh dies on his lips. “Hated,” he corrects, shaking his head. “Hated that. Even though, I don’t think you really did.” The tears that had been threatening to fall for quite some time begin to crash against his cheeks. “I miss you,” he shakes his head, sobs wracking his body. “All the time.” He buries his face in his hands, words building in intensity. “I never got to tell you how much I love you.” He doubles over and feels himself begin to lose his composure, picturing his Eddie alone in that dirty fucking sewer, clutching his old, beat-up leather jacket to his chest like a lifeline. “God, you died alone. And I just… I just let you.” He takes off his glasses and puts them down beside him, wiping the tears away with balled fists. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” He tries to settle himself, but his sobs have become overwhelming and he can do nothing else but repeat, “I’m so sorry.”

OPTION A

Leaning against the fence, unimpressed with his husband’s performance, Eddie crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “You know, that’s still not funny, asshole.” Richie lets out a loud, exaggerated wail, signaling that his protests have been heard. “I’m right fucking behind you, Richie,” he sing-songs, waving.

“It’s almost like I can still hear his voice,” he whimpers, covering his mouth in a stifled cry.

“STOP ACTING LIKE I’M DEAD, FUCKNUT!” Eddie groans, kicking a pebble in his direction.

Richie reaches up to the form that has closed in behind him, pulling Bev closer as she drapes her arms around his neck, kneeling. “I’m sorry we made you leave him down there, Rich. There was no other way.”

Jaw dropping a little, Eddie huffs out a shocked, “Bev, not you too.” Normally, Richie’s little monologue goes on by himself and everyone else lets him go. Maybe because five years is a big anniversary or maybe because there’s enough distance between them and It now, there seems to be a bigger emphasis this year. “Don’t fucking encourage him.”

“We just, we couldn’t risk it. The building was crumbling and we never would have made it back out,” Bev adds over his protests, her own voice quivering.

Eddie looks over at the man next to him and smacks him in the arm. “Ben, come get your woman,”

He just shakes his head in response, looking down at his feet. “Your man started it,” he points out. At least he can find comfort in the fact that Ben won’t joke about his near-death experience. Unlike Mike and Bill, who’ve moved forward, adding themselves to the unfolding melodrama.

“It never would have happened if I hadn’t called you all back here. But,” Mike chokes out, reaching his hand for Richie’s shoulder, “it’s over now.” Richie rubs his hand over the top of Mike’s and accepts his glasses being replaced on his face. “It’s done. We can move on.” He nods, locking eyes with him. “We’ll find you someone new, Rich.”

Sniffling pathetically, he gives an exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope, never.” He flings himself forward as though trying to dig through the rubble to get into the sewers beneath Derry. “There’ll never be anyone to replace my Eddie Spaghetti. Just let me be with him.”

Eddie turns around, resting his elbows on the fence and hanging his head. “Oh, here he goes,” he adds as soon as he sees that Bill has opened his mouth. Beside him, Stan shakes his head, bewildered at their antics.

“I’m sure that, in time, you’ll heal. In the meantime, the three of us are always open to making it a foursome. Isn’t that right, Stan?” Bill asks, looking up at the missing member of their triad.

“Could you not bring me into this?” he responds, stepping closer to Eddie in protest.

“I appreciate the offer, but it would all be meaningless, just like my whole life. It would be empty sex and I couldn’t do that to you boys,” Richie says, patting bill on the cheek. “I love you,” he looks between them sadly. “I love you all, but not in the way that I loved him.”

Eddie turns back to the dogpile of Losers in front of him. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he calls out his trump card. “I’m running away with Stan and Ben. You know, people who don’t make light of me almost dying to save your sorry ass!” Richie sits bolt upright, one ear turned up like a dog. “I’m leaving you, Richie,” he adds for emphasis.

Turning around on his knees, Richie blinks at him, as though he had risen from the dead. “Eddie?!” He stands, taking a few slow, hesitant steps toward him. “Eds?!” He lifts his husband from the ground and spins him around, shrieking out a blissful “EDDIE SPAGHETTI!!!!!”

Swatting at his arms and kicking his feet, Eddie squirms. “Put me down, asshole.”

Doing as he’s told, but only to suit his own needs, he places his hands on either side of his neck and observes him carefully, turning his head from one side to the other. “Could it be?!” he asks, tracing his finger along the fading white scar on his cheek, “Is it you?!”

“Stop it, would you?” Eddie says, fighting off laughter.

Richie leans back for a moment and untucks the front of Eddie’s shirt, raising it to expose the scar on his chest and kiss it once before moving on to smack a cartoony kiss on his mouth. “Back from the dead! My one and only wish! My one true love!” He pulls him forward by the hands and spins around. “Bert to my Ernie!” He stops and kisses him. “Lime to my coconut!” He pulls him closer and kisses him again, a little more tenderly, knowing Eddie can’t complain about this part. “Frosty to my french fries!” Eddie scrunches his nose because Richie knows that particular quirk grosses him out. “Chill to my Netflix!” He adds, pressing their hips together first before kissing him again.

“Are you done?” he asks, wanting to get the fuck away from this part of the trip as quickly as possible.

Richie gives a sideways smile. “Almost,” he says and Eddie sighs, staring up at the sky. Richie almost wishes he hadn’t lied about being almost because he can’t think of another one, but he can’t back down now. He spits out the first thing that comes to mind and instantly regrets it. “Red Balloon to my sewer grate?”

There’s a collective groan from the Losers, including not one but three separate iterations of “Beep beep, Richie,” one from Bill, one from Bev, and one from Stan,

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he says, throwing his hands up in surrender, laughing and accepting every smack and kick that lands his way. When their assaults die down, his town grows serious and he locks eyes with Eddie. “Every day, I wake up knowing how close I was to losing you and…” he shakes his head, trying to dislodge the image of Eddie’s pallid face, mouth dripping blood, gasping for breath from his mind. He can hardly remember the minutes between Pennywise’s death, pulling Eddie to his feet, Ben taking him from him, suddenly understanding everything, and arriving at Derry Gen, but he knows that, in the deadlights, he saw them leaving him and he couldn’t let that happen. “I can’t. I can’t imagine going on. You know that’s why I do this every year, right?” He laughs when Eddie shakes his head no. “It’s a very…” he trails off for a moment, looking for the right words, then nods, slipping into a dead-on Michael Caine impression, “‘Young Lad, what day is it? Why, it’s Christmas day, Mr. Scrooge!’ feeling every time we come back here and the deadlights-of-Christmas-Yet-To-Come scared the shit out of me.” He rests his forehead against Eddie’s, sighing a little. “I saw that broken man and…” Richie rubs his thumb over Eddie’s and smiles. “I’m just so grateful that you’re here. And you’re alive. And you love me.”

Eddie smiles back, definitely understanding the second chance they were given. “I don’t know why sometimes.” He pulls Richie closer when he gives an overdramatic pout, “But I love you more than anything.” Tugging Richie into a kiss, forgetting momentarily that the other Losers are, indeed, right there, he feels himself melt into his husband. He’d let him give that performance once a week if it would help him remember that this is real. When they pull apart, he nods over his shoulder at the street where the rest of the Losers have started heading back toward town. “Can we get the fuck out of here now?”

Draping his arm over Eddie’s shoulder, Richie acquiesces easy enough. “Whatever you wish, Jelly to my Peanut Butter.”

Bumping his hip against his, he laughs, “Okay. I wish for you to stop.”

As soon as he laughed, he recognized his mistake, having given Richie all he ever wants. “Cheese to my cracker?” Richie suggests, kissing the hand clasped in his own.

“Someone help me,” Eddie calls out to their friends, trying to catch up to them, but never letting go of his hand. Richie gives himself a smack on the forehead, “Spaghetti to my meatballs! How have I never used that one before?!” he cries out, capturing Eddie in his arms and kissing his neck exaggerated. Eddie thinks, for a moment, that this must be the closest thing to riding off into the sunset they’ll ever get.

OPTION B

Ben looks down at Richie, sympathetically. Over the last five years, he’d let himself wonder occasionally what would have happened to him if it had been Bev that died and he still can’t fully grasp it. All he knows is that he will let Richie do whatever he needs. “Let’s give him a minute,” he suggests, pulling the rest of the Losers out into the street, giving him some privacy to grieve.

Weeping, Richie rocks back and forth a little, arms wrapped around his middle. “Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry. I should have done something. I shouldn’t have let them…” His breath hitches in his throat and the thought falls away. “They dragged me away. I wanted to stay there with you.” He clamps his eyes shut, hoping that he can stop the tears from falling. When that doesn’t work, he just stares forward into the rubble. “You never fucking knew. You died alone. You never should have been alone. I…” He tries to steady his breathing, but can’t. He’s too far gone for that. “God, the next morning, I tried to come back and find you from the Barrens side. I tried. The caves had all collapsed. I couldn’t get to you. Fuck, I tried. I walked the canal, trying to find another entrance, but every one was blocked.” He wondered, then, how Derry hadn’t flooded. Now, he wonders how he’s not drowning in his own pathetic tears. “I love you. I’ll love you every day until I die.” He says, out loud, for the first time since his memories returned. Sure, he’d admitted it to himself, even let the other Losers guess it, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. Even now, he didn’t think it could do him any good. He was just talking to hear himself talk. But isn’t that what he always did? “I don’t know if I ever would have told you. You married a woman. You were married. I’m disgusting.” He pulls a necklace out from beneath his t-shirt like Eddie could see it. “I wear your wedding ring on a chain around my neck like you were married to me. I just…” He trails off, realizing how truly fucked it sounds. “I found it in your room and I, uh, I couldn’t leave it. What kind of fucking psycho wears his dead ex-boyfriend’s wedding ring?” He gives a bitter laugh to himself, imagining for a moment that it was Eddie who said it and not him. “I never would have told you that I still loved you, knowing you were married.” He shakes his head a little and finally lets his arms fall to his thighs. “I mean, I’m better about myself now. I even, uh, I even joke about my sexuality, now. Like, openly,” he widens his eyes a little, an unspoken ‘yeah, I know,’ that needn’t be done, “in public even.” He takes a deep breath and thinks about the first time a paparazzi picture surfaced of him with his arm around Bev and some late-night host asked him about it and he’d laughed openly, brightly. When the guy asked why, he answered that the plumbing wasn’t right. He didn’t care about mentioning it, but his phone hadn’t stopped ringing to the point that he just shut it off when he got home. “My manager isn’t crazy about that but it’s not the 80’s anymore. It’s still not safe but, I figure, fuck it, I came out of the sewer unharmed, I owe it to myself to have given the closet the same treatment.” He smiled, remembering all the times Eddie had tried when they were teenagers and together, to make him more comfortable with the idea of being out publicly. He could only hope that Eddie could see him and be proud. That’s what Stan’s letter to him had said. Be proud. “I owe it to you.” Hearing the shuffle of feet heading back into the yard, he sniffled, fighting to regain his composure. “Okay, well, the other Losers are starting to get restless, staring at me crying and all. Ben and Bev are getting married.” Pausing for a response that would never come, he smiles. “I know, finally.” He stands up and shoves his hands deep into his pockets. “Mike and Bill are getting used to one another again. It’s cute… I think.” He swallows thickly and glances over his shoulder. Just Bev, still giving him a respectful distance. He’s glad. “Being around them just sort of hurts,” he admits to no one. He smiles a little, wiping away the slowing tears. “I remember when the four of us would go down to the clubhouse for double dates and ignore each other, just being safe together. It was nice.” It was. He misses that terribly, he thinks. He feels like he’s floating and chases the unwelcome phantom voice from the back of his head. “Now… I just… uh…” He stammers ineffectively, trying to come up with more things to say. He doesn’t want this moment to be over. When it’s over, he’ll have another year before he has another excuse to be in the place that makes him feel like his conversations with Eddie can be heard. “I can hardly be in the same room with them alone. It makes me wonder what we could have been. If you’d have left her. If we’d have…” He trails off one last time and chokes out a sob. “I fucking hate the word ‘If.’”

“Richie?” Bev calls from the garden gate. Her voice is quiet, but he hears her. He just… He doesn’t want to let her talk him away from him again.

He leans forward and touches the flower gently. “I love you,” he whispers.

Heading up the path, she reaches a gentle hand out to his shoulder. “Rich, honey?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” he says, moving toward her and letting her arm drop to his waist, edging him forward, but not before casting one more look back at what remains of the house on Neibolt street. What remains of Eddie.

“You okay?” Ben asks when they reach him, before heading to where Bill and Mike stand a few houses down.

He shakes his head and accepts his outstretched arm around his shoulders, appreciating the steady, grounding weight. “No,” he says quietly, for once telling the truth, and not letting some bullshit fall out of his Trashmouth.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be,” Ben says, nodding.

Bev squeezes him tighter. “Not today, and not with us.”

When the five remaining Losers find themselves together once more, they wrap Richie in a tight hug. He appreciates it, but he knows that once they pull away, it’ll be back to his new normal. Alone.

#choose your own adventure #reddie #it movie #it 2017 #it 2019 #Richie x Eddie #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #adult Richie #richie tozier #eddie kasbrak #adult Eddie #the other losers and their relationships are mentioned but like... this is reddie

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100 Ridiculous “Get To Know Me Questions”....And What My Husband Guessed I Said.

Need something to do? Share some “get to know me questions” with your friends and family”.

I answered 100 “Get to know me questions” alone...and then later I asked my husband what he thought my answer would be. How many did we match?

1.Who is your hero? (me) No one in particular. Anyone who stands up for the underdog, (Fights for the weaker person, feels compassion and empathy for humans and animals....but actually does something about it besides running their mouth) Ron: No one CORRECT

2.If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere very very warm, with very few people and all of my children (Ron) Somewhere warm and sunny CORRECT

3.What is your biggest fear? Losing my husband or children. (Ron) something happening to my kids/family CORRECT

4.What was your favorite family vacation? N. Carolina, time on the beach with my family. (Ron) N. Carolina CORRECT

5.What would you change about yourself if you could? Rid myself of self-doubt and anxiety. I’d be unstoppable! (Ron) To be more extroverted and outgoing. CORRECT

6.What really makes you angry? Oodles of things. People acting like the boys we took into our family, aren’t “real” family, racial discrimination, animal abuse, bullying, gender stereotypes, and religion (Ron) “Oh jez! Incompetent people” WRONG

7.What motivates you to work hard? My family and their success. (Ron) To Help others WRONG.

8.What is your favorite thing about your career? Wanting my patients to feel better about themselves and giving them an improved quality of life. (Ron) Helping people CORRECT

9.Coke or Pepsi? Coke (Ron) coke CORRECT

10.What is your proudest accomplishment? Besides my having family, getting my BJJ black belt. (Ron) being a mother CORRECT

11.When did you meet for the first time? Was it a connection? Friends introduced us at his work, Moyer and Son. Nope, no connection!. (Ron) Moyer and son, I don’t think you spoke to me. no connection CORRECT

12.Favorite TV cartoon growing up as a kid? Scooby Doo. (Ron) I have no idea, I didn’t watch cartoons as a kid, Tom and Jerry? WRONG

13.Who makes you laugh the most? My husband. (Ron) me CORRECT

14.What would you be willing to do for a million dollars? Almost anything as long as my husband was okay with it and it didn’t hurt anything else. (Ron) eat red meat WRONG

15.What did you want to be when you were small? A teacher. (Ron) heavier WRONG

16.Do you want to be buried, Cremated, have your body donated to science or do some kind of eco-friendly burial when you die? The funeral market is a scam and it’s polluting the planet! Eco-friendly method on a green burial site. NO Coffin! (Ron) eco-friendly burial, or some shit like that. CORRECT

17.If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? African Safari. (Ron) nothing WRONG

18.What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. (Ron) BJJ�� CORRECT

19.What household chore do you like the least? Cleaning the bathroom. (Ron) cleaning in general WRONG

20.What would you sing at Karaoke night? LOVE LOVE LOVE SINGING! Sinead O’Connor, Nothing Compares To You (and about 100 more songs). (Ron) Beastie Boys, fight for you right to party WRONG

21.What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? SiriusXM 100, 101. (Ron) The two Howard Stations CORRECT

22.Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Mow the lawn (if it’s hot outside), otherwise vacuum. (Ron) mow CORRECT

23.Favorite color? Yellow. (Ron) black WRONG

24.If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? salad with lots of stuff in it. (Ron) lobster WRONG

25.How do you feel about adoption? Bring em’ on. Babies of any age! The more the merrier. (Ron) strongly CORRECT

26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Sher (pronounced “Share”). (Ron) Dukers WRONG

27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Hate surprises. I wanna know. (Ron) no, don’t like being center of attention CORRECT

28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? Ummm. Do nothing, so watch a movie I guess. (Ron) movie CORRECT

29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? Hawaii b/c it’s hot. (Ron) Hawaii b/c it’s warm and has beaches CORRECT

30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Lottery b/c then I could still work at the “perfect job” as much or little as I wanted. (Ron) work at perfect job, b/c you’d be happy and help people WRONG

31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? My husband. (Ron) me CORRECT

32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? Create my utopia, an animal rescue. (Ron) Some kind of crap with animals CORRECT

33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 1995 (after college). (Ron) 1978 WRONG

34. How would your friends describe you? I’m not sure. Stubborn, strong willed? Sensitive. (Ron) passionate WRONG

35. What are your hobbies? Momming. Jiu-jitsu. Animal stuff. (Ron) teaching bjj and pets CORRECT

36. What is the best gift you have been given? My family. (and my jukebox that breaks all the time). (Ron) children CORRECT

37. What is the worst gift you have received? Anything that has to do with cleaning. (Ron) dryer vent CORRECT

38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? My animals….esp my dog Mable! (Ron) exercise WRONG

39. List two pet peeves: My husband yelling about my animals, my kids not doing their chores. (Ron) me groping you, bad drivers WRONG

40. Where do you see yourself in five years? Wanting more kids (Ron) here WRONG

41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? idk10?, the same shoes I had 5 years ago (although I’ll replace my sneakers once or twice a year). (Ron) 10 CORRECT

42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? I could be invisible. (Ron) strength WRONG

43. What would you do if you won the lottery? Quit my job and Open an animal sanctuary. (Ron) pay off all debt WRONG

44. Finish things as soon as possible or wait until the last minute? Wait until the last minute. (Ron) wait until the last minute CORRECT

45. What unconscious mannerism do you display if you are upset or uncomfortable in a situation? I become very quiet... (Ron) chew face WRONG

46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? How I acted as a teenager. I could be pretty rotten. (Ron) not throwing poop out a window WRONG

47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix, mommom, and God. (Ron) all your grandparents but especially your mommom Knipe WRONG

48. How do you feel about group vacations with other couples? That sounds awful. (Ron) not happening CORRECT

49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? An entire day when I was young, partying all night. (Ron) 24hrs partying CORRECT

50. How Do you handle anger? I bottle it up for a while and get quiet. (Ron) not well, you get quiet CORRECT

51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? Interesting question! I’m already getting close to hitting the wall with looks….but I also can’t afford to lose any intelligence either. I’d have to trade looks for more intelligence. (Ron) intelligence for looks WRONG

52. How often do you buy clothes? Almost never. (Ron) not often CORRECT

53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Probably (who hasn’t). It would be secret. (Ron) probably CORRECT

54. What's your favorite holiday? CHRISTMAS! (Ron) Christmas CORRECT

55. What do you drink when you go out for social occasions? Coke (not diet either). (Ron) water or coke CORRECT

56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? True blood. (Ron) SNL WRONG

57. Do you prefer the live version or studio version of an album? Studio. (Ron) Studio CORRECT

58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? Mexican. (Ron) mexican CORRECT

59. Are you a clean or messy person? Pretty Messy. (Ron) messy CORRECT

60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? Uma Thurman. (Ron) Uma Thurman CORRECT

61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 30mins (Ron) 1hr WRONG

62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? Dishwasher. (Ron) microwave WRONG

63. What's your favorite fast food chain? Taco Bell. (Ron) taco bell CORRECT

64. What's your favorite family recipe or dish? mommoms apple pie. (Ron) Mommoms apple pie CORRECT

65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? Love. (Ron) Love CORRECT

66. What's your favorite family tradition? Christmas Morning Breakfast at my moms. (Ron) Christmas Eve CORRECT

67. What is your favorite childhood memory? Having baby bunnies with my dad. (Ron) I have no idea WRONG

68. What's your favorite movie? Natural Born Killers (Ron) Pulp fiction WRONG

69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? Devastating. I wanted to believe forever. I was forced to “not believe” at about 12. My aunt said on Christmas day “You know Santas not real, right?”. Ugh. (Ron) 8, I think your friend Dorene probably told you. WRONG

70. Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty….just waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Ron) Half empty CORRECT

71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Dating my husband was risky. (Ron) got married WRONG

72. What is your favorite chip flavor? Salt and vinegar. (Ron) salt and vinegar CORRECT

73. What was your favorite subject in school? Science. (Ron) none WRONG

74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I’m not very daring. Seaweed. (Ron) I have no idea, you really don’t care for food WRONG

75. Do you collect anything? Unwanted animals. (Ron) records WRONG

76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? Bell bottoms. (Ron) The 70s WRONG

77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. (Ron) Introvert CORRECT

78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? touch. (Ron) You have a nose like a dog WRONG

79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) Nope…and I don’t want one. (Ron) No CORRECT

80. Best quality and worst quality? Best-compassionate/empathetic, Worst-Too compassionate/empathetic to a fault. (Ron) best-caring, worst-caring too much CORRECT

81. What do you do to keep fit? Brazilian Jiu-jitsu but I also just exercise to not be a big lump of (Ron) BJJ and exercise CORRECT

82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? I say “wrong is wrong, damn it”. (Ron) Never a wrong time to do the right thing never a right time to do the wrong thing WRONG

83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? ALL KINDS OF RULES about limiting the use of animals for consumption. NO FACTORY FARMS! (Ron) NO killing of animals CORRECT

84. Are you a leader or follower? Leader (Ron) leader CORRECT

85. What three things do you think of the most each day? Work, family, how tired I am. (Ron) something happening to my kids, something happening to ron, or me WRONG

86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Proceed with caution. (Ron) warning fragile WRONG

87. What song would you say best sums you up? Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. (Ron) someone left the cake out in the rain, AKA MacArthur Park by Donna Summer WRONG

88. What is your favorite drink? Vanilla Chai Latte. (Ron) water WRONG 89. Who was your first crush? Bo Duke (on Dukes of Hazzard). (Ron) Shaun Cassidy WRONG

90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your kitchen window? My chickens. (Ron) chickens CORRECT

91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? 6. (Ron) 8 WRONG

92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Working like a dog and getting no where. (Ron) here WRONG

93. What was your first job? Working at an awful pizza shop. (Ron) pizza shop CORRECT

94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? The Doors. (Ron) The dead WRONG

95. Do you believe in an after life? Yes. (Ron) yes CORRECT

96. You’ll never understand people who do what.....? Fart in front of anyone intentionally. (Ron) hunt WRONG

97. Who would i hate to see naked? Any parental figures. (Ron) parents CORRECT

98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? Probably a cat. I can be affectionate one minute but turn and walk away b/c you are boring me the next. I don’t like to be told what to do…and I’m not easy to control. “Obedient” isn’t my strong point. (Ron) cat, b/c you can be a loner and snobby (or some might perceive you to be that way). CORRECT

99. What is something that turns you off about another person? If they don’t like animals. (Ron) people who are loud WRONG

100. Who knows you the best? My husband. (Ron) Me CORRECT

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