but i think that goes without saying now

gather round tumblr it’s time for a story about why you shouldn’t solicit conversation with a stranger with a put down about their generation

i sat down about 30 minutes ago in the lobby of a very nice hotel, intending to do some writing. i have my laptop and my cellphone. as i settled, i checked some stuff on my phone, then turned to my laptop. because there aren’t many plugs, i’m sitting in a cluster of couches and instead of being by myself there’s an he’s an older gentleman across from me, polo shirt, salt and pepper hair. was very polite when i asked if he minded if i tucked myself in the corner of the couch

but apparently

apparently

he thinks computers are full of satan or something

because no sooner have i opened up goddamn word when he goes, “you kids and your electronics.”

ah, excellent, unsolicited conversation with a perfect stranger that comes with a critique of modern communication. fight me, bro, you got no idea who you’re tangling with. so naturally i push up my metaphorical sleeves (metaphorical because i’m in a goddamn resort and pavement is melting; i’m wearing a very nice goddamn dress and i’d look like a fucking soccer mom named helen if i had blonde hair) and very politely, i smash his face into the floor with “i’m sorry?” in an utterly flabbergasted tone because dude wtf and no one delivers slick put downs when they’re caught off guard

“i’m here reading my newspaper and after this my wife and i are going on a hike” (lol good luck with that dude the pavement is melting and you want to hike in the mountains) “and we’re going to interact with each other.” he gives my computer a v pointed look

naturally, i have the perfect response to this. it is pithy and eloquent and will surely put him in his place: “i… like to write, and it’s easier on a laptop?”

“it seems to me” (HERE WE GO) “that your generation” (OH GOOD) “is losing the ability to interact with other people.” (O OK) “my grandchildren never take their eyes off their cellphones anymore!” 

and here he pauses and looks at me. as if he expects me to agree. 

so i say “you were born in the 50s, right?” he says he was born in 59. “well, it seems to me that your generation is really fond of adultery, embezzlement, and corporate fraud, among other things, and i’m really enjoying paying for your retirement.”

i admit: i had this line canned after a little snarl i had with my mom the other night.

he stares at me. i stare back. 

“you also realize,” i say, quickly typing socrates kids these days quote into google, “that people have been saying kids these days since socrates said, and i quote, children now love luxury. they have bad manners. contempt for authority. they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise.” i look up at him. he’s staring at me still.

i’m shaking because man fuck confrontation but also how hilarious is this because i literally had a fight with my mom about this twelve hours ago. i literally have a cranky tweet about it. “so it seems to me that making sweeping generalizations about people based on pretty arbitrary age groupings is kind of ridiculous since i’m pretty sure you’re not cheating on your wife or stealing from your company.”

he goes beat red because now i’m embarrassed him, and i feel really fucking bad because i didn’t mean to embarrass him, but also hey dude fuck you

SO OF COURSE he says “did your parents teach you any manners?”

and there goes the last of my embarrassment because hey fuck you dude the only person who can insult my parents is fucking me. and i say, without even thinking because this is when you have the snappiest rejoinders, “well they did teach me not to open unsolicited conversation with a stranger by insulting them so.”

at this point the dude’s wife shows up and they leave, and the waiter asks me if i want anything to drink and i’m like “yes please give me all your vodka” but instead i say “ice water” because the pavement is melting and if i puke from nerves after that, i don’t want to snort alcohol out my nose

that’s it that’s my story

The Truth Will Set You Free

I completely forgot to mention this in part 1 of my episode review so it gets its own post because I have to talk about this for a moment:

“My name is Dean Winchester. That big fella in there is my brother Sam. We kill monsters”

This is so significant. In an episode full of mind blowing meta lets just isolate this for a moment and consider just what we have witnessed. Dean has told the truth. To a Sheriff. In the middle of a case. Dean Winchester. Told. The. TRUTH.

When does this EVER happen?

(x)

Throughout Supernatural’s entire run there have been a few constants. Dean loves pie, Sam has l’oreal advert worthy hair, they will always use musical aliases and they ALWAYS LIE TO LAW ENFORCEMENT. The fact that Dean doesn’t even pause to consider his actions. He just comes right out and says it. It shows just how done he is, how much he doesn’t care anymore. His grief has literally consumed him at this point and he has no self-preservation instincts left.  

“So what are you some kind of Superhero?”

“I’m just a guy doing a job”

Right now, this IS Dean’s truth. But this specific line is heartbreaking when taken in the context of the below:

(x)

Because we know that in 12x11 Dean was stripped of his inhibitions and his memories to the point where he was really unable to lie. We know that him thinking they sound like heroes is Dean at his most pure, most truthful, without anything weighing on his shoulders. 

Yet the weight and pain of Castiel’s death has taken its toll. Dean believes a different truth now. How can he possibly be a hero when he isn’t even able to save the man he loves?

To reinforce that once again this is all about Castiel, is this:

(x)

Because not a second goes by in this episode that the audience isn’t supposed to in some way be reminded of Cas. His FACE when he says this line. I mean added up with all his other micro-expressions throughout the episode,  “Angels are real too” (specifically Castiel). it ties it all together. The way that Dean looks away there, reminds the audience that his grief for Cas is what’s causing this sudden truth telling. The heartbreak in saying the words “Angels are real” knowing that the only angel you actually care about isn’t anymore. He is gone, and you can’t bring him back. So the reason Dean is telling the truth, like the reason for ALL his actions in 13x01, is Cas. Because he doesn’t give a shit anymore. Because nothing else matters. Only Cas.

But the brilliant thing about this truth telling is that it works. It literally sets him free. The Sheriff removes his handcuffs and agrees to release Sam and Jack. The truth worked. In the first episode of the season, setting the tone for the entire season, the fact that the truth literally set Dean and Sam free is a hell of a set up for what’s coming. Telling the truth isn’t always easy, but it works.

Putting this all together, Dean’s current truth is that he has no hope. He has lost his “everything” and he no longer sees himself as the ‘hero’. He may have learned that telling the truth can set you free, but whats the point when you have no hope anyway? Might as well tell the truth because fuck the consequences now. He no longer cares. 

I only hope that once Dean regains his hope (in the form of Cas) that he keeps up the truth telling, because from a meta perspective this has set up the episode themes. 

The truth will set you free and nothing else matters but Castiel.

Where they take these themes? we will just have to wait and see.

anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?

There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.

Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.

Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.

He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.

It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.

“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.

When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”

You fought,” Andrew guesses.

Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”

“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”

“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”

“And what was that?”

Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.

“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”

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⇁ paper doll | prologue

Originally posted by sugutie

pairing⇁Jungkook x Reader

genre⇁drama, slight angst ||  idol+singer-songwriter!au

warnings⇁sexual themes with smut in the next chapters, mentions of past unhealthy relationship 

word count⇁2k

When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed — it was you.

alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song

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“ACTORS DO THIS KIND OF STUFF WITHOUT GETTING TURNED ON, THIS SHOWS HOW PROFESSIONAL THEY ARE”

Bullshit, are you kidding me? I’m pretty sure that friction between their bodies, and how close their intimates parts were woke up a lot of things…for real i’m still wondering how they can manage to do this without feeling a single nerve sending you pleasure/excitation to your whole body and when the director says “cut” just pretend that nothing happened, yeah, sure jan. After looking at the second gif for the 100th time now (i’m not a pervert i just can’t believe this happened) I can’t stop thinking how real this looks… I’m maybe wrong but OH MY GOD you just have to look at these gifs of boatsex for a long time to realize that this goes beyond of just “acting”.

Gif Credit

NRK livestream: TRANSLATION, ULRIKKE!

translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) 
we’re gonna space out each interview so it’s a bit easier to read (and work with) first up we have ULRIKKE!  (important to note: she walked in leading the girls and took her shoes off to start the night) 

Host: I think we´ll have a little chat with Vilde, or Ulrikke. Who would you like to be tonight?

Ulrikke: I am Ulrikke, generally.

Host: It is easy for me to forget that, because I´m so used to seeing you as Ulrikke.

Ulrikke: Vilde

Host: Sorry, Ulrikke.

Host: We have 100 questions both for Vilde and Ulrikke. And I´m thinking we will begin with you picking three of these. (pictures of actors on popsicle sticks.) Fuck marry kill. (Explains the rules).

Ulrikke: Marry (holds up Noora)

Host: Why Noora?

Ulrikke: Why? It’s mostly because of Josefine, since I’m so fond of Josefine. Intercourse (shows Elias).

Host: You call it the classy word intercourse?

Ulrikke: Yes, intimacy, yes. And that’s because Simo is so incredibly charming. And then it’s kill (shows William) because I’ve never really had any high thoughts about William.

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A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 5

You strolled around your house, cleaning and picking up things while dancing to your playlist. Today was a solo day so you decided to clean up. While picking up random things on the floor, you almost trip over a small clump. You look down and recognize it as one of Jungkook’s hoodies he must’ve forgotten here. Picking it up, a whiff of Jungkook’s scent hit you. Not even thinking about it, you pulled it over your head; it fit big on you. You smile contently and continue to your tasks. Halfway into organizing your food cabinet, there was a knock at your door. “Coming!” you yell. Setting down a can of fruit, you jog to the door and open it. “Hey,” Taehyung says, smiling and entering your flat. You smile and greet him back. “Why does your place not look like a garbage dump like usual?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder. “Shut up. I decided to clean.” He nods and goes to enter your kitchen but stops, turning around. “Isn’t that Jungkook’s hoodie?” Your face feels hot but you nod shyly. “Oh. Well, you look cute.” Taehyung walks off and leaves you a blushing mess. Why did his compliments still get to you? And why were you embarrassed about being caught wearing Kook’s hoodie? He was just a close friend. “Did you come to eat my food or what?” Tae laughs and shakes his head. “I came to take you out to eat. You down?” You nod and leave to go change into go out clothes. You keep the hoodie and just slip on a pair of jeans. Grabbing the brush, you comb out your tangled hair and fix it up. “I’m ready,”

You sat across from Taehyung, scanning the menu in front of you. A burger seemed good right now. “Are we ready to order?” the waiter asks. The both of you nod and tell him your orders. “So, how’ve you been?” You smile and shrug. “Fine, I guess. Jungkook recently got me that EXO album I’ve been wanting, so I’m happy about that.” Tae raises his eyebrows. “He did?” You nod, sighing contently. “I don’t want him buying me things like that, but it was EXO so I couldn’t refuse.” He laughs at you, eyes crinkling up in the cutest way. “What a fangirl.” You playfully glare at him with a pout. “Oh shut up you art hoe.” He smirks at you, most likely having a comeback. “At least I like modern things like art.” You also smirk. “EXO is art.” He lets out a playful scream. “Shut up.” You laugh at him, calming yourself down after a good few seconds. Your banter must’ve been loud because a little 8 year old came up to you with a cheeky grin. “Aw, you two are cute! Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” You choke on your spit but shake your head as you hit your chest. “Just friends.” you reply. She nods, her mouth in an O shape. “Do you at least like each other?” Inside, you wince but you just smile it off while kindly denying it. “I don’t really like anyone in a like like kind of way.” Tae turns to you. “You sure?” You nod, raising an eyebrow. Did it seem like you had a crush on someone? “Wait, who’d you think I had a crush on?” Tae shakes his head, grinning. He seemed a lot happier all of a sudden. “Sana, leave them alone and come back here!” The little girl who was named Sana giggles and waves before skipping back to her mom. You smile, “cute.” Taehyung nods. Time must’ve went by quickly because the waiter headed towards you with your food. You thank him when he sets it all down, beginning to open your mouth to take a bite. “Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?” Taehyung asks you. “He’s on a night out with his family. Otherwise he’d probably be at my house playing Overwatch while I clean or something.” You giggle at the thought, biting your burger. “So would you deny me if you were hanging with Jungkook?” You shake your head. “Of course not, you’re my friend too. What’s with these questions?”

“I don’t know, just curious.”

Once done eating, you paid and headed elsewhere. “Where’s the gucci store?” Taehyung asks. “Stop wasting your money on gucci, buy some other brand.” He looks at you with a serious face. “No.” You burst out laughing, eventually making him laugh too. Your phone starts ringing, meaning you had a call. You pick it up, not caring enough to check who it was. “Hello-” “I’M FREE, WHERE ARE YOU SO WE CAN HANGOUT?” You immediately knew it was Jungkook. “Oh hi. Uh, I’m with Tae, in the shopping area downtown.” you answer. “Ok, I’m heading there now.” You nod to yourself. “Bye. I love you.” You’d say it back without hesitation, but Taehyung was next to you and most likely listening. With hot cheeks, you murmur it back. “I love you too..” You hang up and put your phone away. “Was that Jungkook?” You nod, covering your face. “Be honest with me, do you like him or not? You get flustered whenever he’s mentioned.” Your mind goes blank and you blink, thinking. Did you? You don’t know. “I don’t know.” Tae gives you a glare. “Just tell me, I need to be sure.” You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?” He freezes and his cheeks go pink. “Uh I-” You interrupt him before he made up an excuse. “Just tell me.”

“Do you like Jungkook or not?” You roll your eyes. “No, I don’t.” As you said that, your stomach felt weird, almost as if it was telling you you were lying. You ignored it though. “Ok..The truth is, Y/N, that I- I uh..like? You? A lot?” Your heart felt like it frozen. Your eyes were wide and you were frozen. Did he just say what you thought he said? “Say that again?” you ask. “I-” Taehyung breathes in and out before continuing. “I like you.” he says it, but doesn’t face you. His eyes looked everywhere but at you. You were going to speak but a familiar voice interrupted you. “You what?”

»woo..this is short but I wanted to update. this series is almost coming to an end ahhh. the amount of support I got in just 3-4 days is unbelievable ❤️thank u thank u thank u«

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 (JK Ending) Part 7 (Tae Ending)

shinee 9th anniversary party shinee day postcard messages

onew: i’m happy! 9th anniversary! needless to say it has been a long time! by your support! it’s the 9th anniversary. i love you! yahoo! that’s right it’s the 9th anniversary.

jonghyun: to. friends~ ! 9 years passed and we’re meeting again like this, i love you.

key: shin99~ i can’t believe it’s the 9th anniversary already!! time passes pretty fast.. we’ll let you hear more news, let’s see each other for an even longer time. love u!

minho: shinee world!! i can’t believe it’s already the 9th anniversary… i mean…. time goes by so fast….. thank you for staying by our side without change during those 9 years, i always say this but, i really think shawols are the best… i sincerely love you, and love you. till the day it’s the 99th anniversary……

taemin: it’s the 9th anniversary~ and now in another year… please give 9-year-old shinee lots of love~~


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Mafia!EXO Reaction to: You Not Wearing Underwear in Public

warning: smuttish content ahead!!


Xiumin: Once you tell him you’re not wearing underwear, he turns quiet. He’s not overly talkative normally but this is a different silence. His eyes burn into you and just as you think he’ll punish you there and then, he lovingly taps your chin.

“I hope you know you’ll be punished appropriately for this, when we get home.”

Originally posted by fyxiubaek

Luhan: He doesn’t even care that his men are around. He’ll rest his hand on your thigh during the meeting, shamelessly teasing you as he gives out orders.

“Do you all understand what you have to do? Good. Now that this is sorted, I’ll be doing something better with my time. Don’t disturb me without a good reason.”

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Kris: He’s livid. He’s worked so hard to build his gang up and make an image for himself as the head of a criminal enterprise. So when you whisper this piece of information in his ear, leaving him blushing and barely able to think let alone speak, in front of his men; he. is. pissed.

‘I hope Y/N knows what kind of trouble they’re in later.”

Originally posted by fyifan

Suho: His reaction is so calm that you think he’s unaffected. It makes you pout as he talks to his men over dinner. He eats and conveys information, as if you had never told him you were underwear-less at all. His calm facade carries on until you’re home, in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

“You,” he growls, pressing you to the wall, blocking you in with his arms either side of you. “How could you do something like this to me? If you’re not on your best behavior tonight, I’m going to be very mad. Now get on your knees.”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Lay: ”Yixing,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “Guess what .. I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He smiles innocently in return, dimples on display. “Oh, really? Neither am I!”

Now you’re left in shock.

Originally posted by lullabyun

Baekhyun: He acts so offended, like you should act more appropriately when in public. “I never knew an adult would act like this!” It makes you feel almost guilty and ashamed, as you both continue shopping. This carries on until you’re in the dressing room, about to try on a new outfit when the curtain opens and he slips in.

“I just realized, you never quite proved your words to me. I’ll need to see some evidence, Y/N.”

Originally posted by sefuns

You realize he was just being a little shit the entire time and kick him out. As payback, you refuse to do anything with him.

Chen: Gives you the coldest stare, so cold it sends a shiver down your spine. He carries on, discussing plans with his right hand men. When the discussion ends, he waves them off and once more turns that cold gaze on you.

“My work is very important, you already know this. Yet you tease me during an important meeting? Bend over my knee, baby, I need to teach you some manners.”

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Chanyeol: After the fight him and his men had been in, the medic working for him was cleaning up his wounds. But with the knowledge of an underwear-less you, he finds he doesn’t care about his wounds.

“Miss, I’m sorry to rush you but can you hurry? I have important business to take care of .. Besides, it’s only a scratch or two.”

Originally posted by 305heaux

D.O: His mind is entirely taken over by you and your lack of underwear. He wonders if it’s breezy, if you’ll catch a cold, if he can slip his hand down your trousers with no one noticing. There’s a whirlwind inside his brain. Whenever he concentrates deeply, he gets this dark frown that looks intimidating.

The men he works for begin to panic, at the sight of his gaze. They find an excuse to leave and escape his dark look.

“Now that they’re gone, Y/N, I think it goes without saying that you need to be punished. Bring me the handcuffs.”

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

Tao: He’s good at keeping composure in public. But once you’re both in private, he’s immediately whining and tugging off your clothes.

“You’re so frustrating! How could you say such a thing to me, in public!”

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Kai: ”Holy shit, that is hot,” he whispers back. As him and his old friends catch up on time, he slips his hands under your pants. He’s not quite sure if the table covers this but he’s entirely sure he doesn’t care.

“Oh, you’re doing business now in Japan?” he asks Xiumin, voice steady. “That’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to invest, some day. For now though, I have enough clients in Korea to keep me afloat.”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Sehun: Immediately gives orders to his men, telling them to keep the meeting going. “A more important matter came up so I have to leave,” he explains, as he leaves, hand in hand with you.

Originally posted by lullabyun

Steve Rogers (NSFW Alphabet)

Number three for my 500 follower thing! Steve Rogers for @sistasarah-sallysaidso 

tags: @yourtropegirl @itsanerdlife @lipstickandwhiskey @captainumeboshi @feelmyroarrrr @emily-james-barnes (maybe. do you like steeb? i forget)

A/N: i’ll add links later, if i have time. 

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anonymous asked:

How they get together

I was thinking about this all day at college oh my gosh, I hope you like it

(Ps , if you guys don’t specify who you want the headcanons for I’ll just do reddie and stenbrough)

Reddie :

- They’re 15

- Eddie and Richie were destined to be together since they first saw each other, let’s be real

- Eddie isn’t a ‘first move’ kinda guy

- And Richie is god awful with feelings and how to act on them

- He acts on them as a child would, by teasing Eddie as a way of flirting and being touchy with him as much as possible (pinching his cheeks and hugging him playfully)

- So as an attempt to act on said feelings, he takes Eddie to the Barrens one day alone, to tell him

- However the ‘Eddie, I really like you…like more than a friend’ he wanted to say, comes out as 'Eddie, I like you but not as much as I like your mum’

- Eddie gets pretty angry ('why did you bring me all the way to the Barrens just to make fun of me’)

- Richie fucking hates himself for being so scared of his own feelings, so he goes to Bev for help

- He offers her a pack of cigarettes for advice so she knows it’s serious

- 'Woman up Tozier , you pussy’

- later that night (like 10pm) Richie climbs (falls) through Eddie’s window

- Eddie gets up, ready to quietly yell at him as to not wake his mother

- but before he can say anything, Richie grabs him and hugs him super tight to his chest, resting his chin on Eddie’s hair

- He whispers 'Don’t say anything, let me explain’ and Eddie nods so Richie tells him how he chickened out of actually telling him earlier

- Whilst Richie was explaining, Eddie pushed his face into his neck and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist

- After Richie finishes talking, Eddie kisses his cheek and says 'you’re my boyfriend now’

- Richie doesn’t argue that at all

Stenbrough

- They’re 17

- These boys are so cute omg, they’ve been crushing on each other for like 3 years

- They’re both so jealous of Richie and Eddie’s relationship

- one day Bill is hanging out with just Eddie and Richie and he’s like 'guys, stop being cute when the guy I like doesn’t like me back’

- and that has Richie Tozier listening for once, who is this boy? Do we know him? What’s he like? Where does he live? Is he hot? ('You’re pushing your luck, Tozier’ - Eddie)

- Bill is super embarrassed that he let it slip that he has a crush on a boy but he answers Richie’s endless questions non the less

- after, Richie is trying to put the pieces together like he’s solving a murder and Eddie just straight up says 'Its Stan, Richie don’t hurt yourself’

- and yeh, Bill can’t deny it’s Stan because he’s not good at lying at all

- 'N-noo…why w-would I have a crush on Stan…that’s c-cr-crazy you guys…I would n-never’

- and yeh, Richie may have told Stan the next day without permission and without telling Bill

- Then at the weekend Bill goes to keep Stan company

- Stan casually mentions that Richie said Bill likes him and that he knows it’s BS because it’s Richie who said it

- Bill thinks it’s now or never so admits that he likes Stan, turning ready to run if he gets rejected

- Stan grabs his arm and tells him the feelings mutual

- They kinda sit looking at each other awkwardly for a bit until Bill breaks the silence

- 'So…b-boyfriends?’ 'Sounds good’

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Prime Suspect

So I’m running a murder mystery in Pathfinder right now, and one of my players wanted to examine the body of the murdered inn keeper to determine the cause of death. He rolled a nat 1.

Me (GM): Right. Wow. Okay. So you, Zev, approach the body. Lily is still kneeling beside it and weeping, and all of your companions are watching you. The five other guests at the inn are also watching you. You reach out to try and determine how Monty died, and you just… you just cup this dead man’s groin.

-Cue raucous laughter from all my players-

Zev OOC: Oh god! Oh no! Okay, I back up really quickly and I leave the library to go to my room at the end of the hall - but I leave the door open a bit so they can see I’m not trying to run away or be suspicious.

-Cue more laughter, including myself-

Me: Okay, wow, okay. So after cupping Monty for a few seconds, Zev - without saying a word - leaves the library and goes into his bedroom, leaving the door ajar. Not only does everyone now think you’re the prime suspect, they also think you just engaged in a little public necrophilia, and have gone to sort yourself out. You’re doing a great job at solving this murder so far.

Taron Egerton, Golden Boy

Action, explosions and impeccable tailoring, the new Kingsman film has it all. Following the worldwide success of the first film of the franchise, Kingsman: The Golden Circle is set to hit the big screens this September and packs a star-studded cast. Taron Egerton talks about the excitement of returning to the role of Eggsy for the sequel, his on-screen love interest and what to expect for the highly anticipated release.

Where is Eggsy when we pick up with him?

We meet Eggsy an undisclosed amount of time after the first [film]. But you can see in his mews house that there are three additional Sun headlines on the wall, indicating that he’s done a handful of missions on his own. And he is now going steady, to use a very 1950s term, with – shock horror – the Swedish princess from the first movie. Love blossomed in an unusual place. He’s trying to juggle the lifestyle of being a Kingsman and a full-time spy with also trying to nurture a blossoming relationship with a person who he really loves. He’s basically the same guy, just with a really important job.

He still has those rough edges?

Oh, the rough edges haven’t been sanded off. Eggsy still fucks up. That’s essential for the audience to have a window into the movie, to experience it through his eyes. He still has to escape through a sewer and emerge covered in shit. That’s not Harry Hart. That’s Eggsy. If we’d started the movie with Eggsy being Harry Hart, he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. He’s the rough-around-the-edges lad. We even see him return to an adidas hoodie – that’s who he is on his downtime.

This is your third film now with Matthew Vaughn, who also produced Eddie The Eagle. You clearly work well together – were you in contact with him as he pulled the movie together?

For the whole time he was writing, he always calls and says ideas. There is a real big kid in Matthew. When he has an idea he’s excited about he wants to share it. Just when you think you have a handle on Matthew, who he is and how his creative brain works, he comes in with something else which is really fucking clever. On a daily basis, it’s something I could never have thought of.

The first movie was your first time on a movie set. Did it feel easier this time?

On the first one I thought Matthew could fire me at any moment. I was a bit more tight-lipped and reverential. Now I give as good as I get. It felt easier in that I’ve spent far more time on film sets, and felt more certain of myself and how I function within a film set and this world I now occupy. In other senses, Matthew kept calling it the tough second album, and it is. People shout ‘Eggsy!’ at me in the street sometimes, and that’s quite a thing to reconcile yourself with, that you’re coming back and playing the same role again, and people have a level of expectation from you. They want the same thing again, but they also want it to be new and exciting. Kingsman has totally changed my life, so coming back, the overriding emotion was excitement, and real anticipation. The script was great, and it’s a really great story. I was so excited, and to be doing a sequel to your first film within four years of coming out of drama school, I am the luckiest man on the planet.

Have you changed your approach to the character?

On the first, I was constantly thinking about the accent and it doesn’t cross my mind now. He’s very much a part of me. I don’t think about it for a second now. I’ve played this character from his inception and I feel secure.

The best-kept secret in movies – that Colin Firth is back as Harry Hart – is now out. So what can you say about Eggsy’s relationship with Harry in this movie?

Well… we were on the same set, and we are friends and I love his company, and it was really nice to revisit a job well done. There were a lot of ways Matthew could have gone with the sequel, but in my mind, there was no doubt. I’m not sure how far the movie goes without that Harry and Eggsy relationship. That dynamic, and riffing on that dynamic, is the beating heart of the movie.

Has the relationship changed?

When they are reunited, it’s lovely. It’s very affecting and they’re pleased to see each other. But for undisclosed reasons, a tension grows in their relationship. That’s enormously fun and an interesting dynamic. When Harry and Eggsy’s relationship came to its untimely end in the first one, they weren’t on good terms. It’s quite sad. Eggsy hasn’t dealt with the situation particularly well. So in this movie you expect a reconciliation and you get it, but because of other facts it’s not always harmonious. Matthew knows that’s the key. You’ve got all the guns and fighting and that makes it brilliant, but for me it’s about Harry and Eggsy.

Early in the film, an attack on Kingsman has huge ramifications for Eggsy. What are those ramifications?

What it means for Eggsy is he was disenfranchised at the start of the first one, and aimless and not content. This wacky world he becomes involved with gives him direction and purpose, so to dash it to smithereens at the top end of this second episode is mad. Eggsy doesn’t really know what the hell to do. Sometimes sequels don’t work. This works because we get a reset. Everything was OK, and now it’s not again.

The big new additions to the film are the Statesmen, the American equivalent of Kingsmen, who Eggsy and Merlin discover in the wake of the attack on their own organisation. What can you say about these new arrivals?

The Kingsmen make their money through tailoring and that’s their front, but it’s more limited in terms of reward and finances than selling booze. The Statesmen are a level up. We thought our jet was good, but theirs is a fucking jet. You can see Eggsy being wide-eyed with wonder again.

The cast Vaughn has assembled for this movie is astonishing.

It’s amazing. One minute you’re working in Peacocks and then all of a sudden you’re sat at a table with Jeff Bridges, Colin Firth, Channing Tatum and Halle Berry! It’s a weird thing to be part of. They’re such great characters and so animated and larger than life and played by such great performers.

What’s the relationship like between Eggsy and the Statesmen?

I think to begin with it’s one of mistrust. These organisations aren’t aware of each other. They’re only supposed to become aware of each other in the event of a serious disaster. Eggsy and Merlin find themselves face to face with Agent Tequila, and have a fight… I don’t recommend fighting Channing Tatum. He’s a dancer, but that guy is like an ox. I had a few sore fingers after that.

Talk us through the Statesmen.

Ginger (played by Halle Berry) is the equivalent of Merlin. She’s very clever and you might describe her as bookish, she’s a quieter character. And then there’s Channing Tatum, who has a bit of bravado and is butch and manly. He’s quite gung-ho. He likes his weekend parties. He ends up in stasis, having taken some sort of illicit substance. Jeff as Champagne is really cool. He’s an alcoholic who doesn’t drink, but is forever swilling and spitting whiskey, or he sniffs the whiskey as he’s talking and trying to figure [stuff] out. Then there’s Pedro Pascal, who plays agent Whiskey, and he is a kind of seasoned veteran, their top field agent, who takes me under his wing. For a little while, it begins to feel like he might be a new mentor figure for Eggsy in the absence of Harry Hart, who is not quite what he once was. But you also get the sense that Whiskey might be a little reckless, and a little cold.

And, of course, there’s Julianne Moore as the villain of the piece, Poppy.

She has a dastardly plot that’s every bit as chilling as Valentine’s plot from the first movie. That’s thematic of these two films. There’s a very cold world in which you get what Valentine was saying about global warming. You can also sort of see where Poppy is coming from, depending on how conservative you are. But Julianne is lovely. She’s a children’s author as well and heard that I had two young sisters and she sent some of her books. She’s really great in the movie, really disturbing and saccharine and rotten to the core. The smile never reaches the eyes.

The first film pushed the envelope with its R-rated tone, exploding heads and stylish violence. Does the second follow that up?

You’re not going to be leaving the cinema feeling like Matthew played it safe this time. It takes a character like Matthew’s to be as resolute and uncompromising as that, in the face of all the pressures that come when it’s a commercially viable property. If you call the first one provocative, you’d call this one a punch in the face.

So it’s a movie that may ruffle feathers.

I think it may ruffle feathers more than the first one ruffled feathers.

This is the interview and photos that appeared in M2 Magazine

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