Next Two Months (and possible into the New Year... and the future of the blog)
So, I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, and, if you’ve been reading some Asks I’ve received, than you’ll know how long for…
In short, what this is about, is the distinct lack of fics there is going to be for the rest of the year.
The rest of this month is going to be hectic for me. I am going away tomorrow to visit @skybinx-blog until the 25th, the 26th October is my birthday, the 27th/28th I’m hosting a Halloween party with my flatmate, so I’ll be prepping for that. That’s all the fun stuff. Beyond that, I have a small assignment due in by the 30th October for my online course, and my Dad wants the work that I’m doing for him finished by the end of the month too.
So, likely no fics for October.
Now… November. NaNoWriMo Month! Yup. I’ve not even applied for a job yet just so I can have the WHOLE month free to make a start on my book. I highly doubt I’ll reach the 50 000 words that is the goal, but I’m going to be using the WriMo time to plan it all too. So, it might not be all spent writing, but I will be working on it. I’m not saying much on it, only that it’s going to be a fantasy novel.
Going on into December, I’m REALLY going to need a job. Plus, I’ll probably still be working on the novel.
That being said, should I write, I know what fics I’ll be working on: - Birthday Fic for @skybinx-blog (SamxReader. Right now I’m planning on fluffy, might throw in a pinch of angst. It’s Thor-related… so yeah.) - Birthday Fic for @frickfracklesackles (JaredxReader. Angstyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… perhaps a fluffy ending.) - Echo Part Two, cos it IS part of @poemwriter98‘s birthday present. BASICALLY I’M A TERRIBLE FRIEND AND OWE A LOT OF VERY LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. These are priority.
Once these are done, THEN I’ll be turning my attention to part two of Unrequited and the final part of Reluctant Rejection. Plus my other series that have neglected for god knows how long…
From there on, who knows?? I think I will, in general, be posting less. Now that I’m done with education, I need to get my ass in gear. For as long as I can remember, I’ve use education as an excuse not to write… but now I don’t have it. Writing is what I want to do, so writing is what I need to be doing.
Catch up on previous chapters and access the AO3 link here.
Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer Cause I’m in need of some restraint.
-“Sympathy for the Devil” by
The Rolling Stones
“Well don’t you look
Thea shot a glare in
Nathaniel’s direction. “I am
charming, darling. I am simply not particularly enthused about being at a party
that I did not want and that is celebrating an event I would rather try to
pretend is not happening.”
Her best friend rolled his
eyes. “You act as though turning 30 is the end of the damn world. I managed it
four years ago and did not keel over and die, so I imagine you will survive.”
“It is not the birthday, it
is…” she threw up her hands in frustration. “You know what it is, Nate.”
He wrapped an arm around her
shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I know, Teddy girl. I
know. Do they still plan on making the announcement tonight?”
She nodded, trying to push
back the nerves she felt rising in her stomach. “Yes, shortly. I don’t know why
I am so nervous… It is not like I did not know this was coming. It is the
entire reason they asked me to come home.”
“You have to admit, you have
flourished here,” Nathaniel pointed out. “You have exceeded everyone’s
expectations, including your own, I think.”
Thea sighed, leaning her
head against his shoulder. “Yes, but at what cost?”
“Come on,” he took her by
the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. “Perhaps if you look like you are
having fun we can delay the inevitable a bit longer?”
“Never pegged you for an
optimist, Nate,” she laughed, but she followed him anyways.
“What can I say? Cat has
been a good influence.”
“Or a terrible one,” Thea
retorted, but they both knew she did not mean it. She had been ecstatic when
her cousin, who was really more like her sister, and her best friend had gotten
married: her two favorite people in the world had found a happiness in each
other that she envied, but also rejoiced in.
“So,” he spun her around,
catching her easily about the waist. “Where did
you run off to? Bryce was looking for you for at least twenty minutes, and I
was running out of ways to stall him.”
“I was in the gardens,” she
answered primly. “With a glass of wine and a good book and I was perfectly
happy until I was disturbed by Loghain Mac Tir.”
“Ah, so he is back,” Nathaniel commented. “I had
heard rumors that Anora had recalled him to the palace, but no one has seen him
since he arrived. Though, to be honest, if I were in his position I would
probably make myself scarce as well. People in this city have long memories,
and they do not forgive easily. I didn’t realize he was here this evening.”
“I am surprised you are
taking this so well,” Thea remarked. “Since he was at least partially
responsible for what happened with your father.”
“My father made his own
choices, and he is exactly where he belongs. He can rot there for all I care.”
“I’m sorry, Nate,” Thea
offered, her contrition real. “I should not have brought it up.”
Her friend sighed. “It is
alright, Thea. But no, I do not blame Teyrn Loghain for the fact that my father
actively sought to commit treason against Anora and tried to have your aunt and
uncle killed. The man may have opened the window of opportunity, but my father
was the idiot who jumped through it. So,” he changed the subject, “what exactly
did the two of you discuss?”
Thea shrugged. “Not much. He
seemed bemused by the fact that I did not run away in horror when I saw him. I
am more than a little annoyed that the rest of Bryce and Eleanor’s guests have been
so rude, although the more practical part of my mind is not surprised.”
It’s so strange- and terrifying, reflecting on it- that, at various points a mere three years ago, and as recently as last year, I feared you would never make it to this point. That the demons plaguing your mind and social sphere would overpower you and extinguish your light.
Yet, here you stand today, a bit worse for wear, but still as beautiful and inspiring as you always have been.
My hope for you, this day, this milestone, is that you are on the receiving end of all of the kindness and light you bring into the world. That you surround yourself with people who inspire you, motivate you, encourage you, challenge you as you so love to be, and support you in all endeavors that help you become a stronger, healthier, and all around happier person.
I wish you nothing but the best as you continue to travel the world seeking adventure, and embark on new acting challenges.
I hope you get a moment to yourself, today, to sit down, enjoy some cake, and look forward to all of the wonderful things life has in store for you.
Happy 35th Birthday, Sebastian Stan! ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ | August 13th, 1982
❝You have to pay attention to the moments when you’ve felt on top on the world. I remember the first time I was on stage, I was doing ‘West Side Story,’ I was 17 and this woman was crying because she liked what I was doing so much.❞
Chanyeol: Lay Hyung~~~~~ Though we weren’t able to be together much this year, but you know i still love you right?? Love you ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Happy birthday!!!! ♥️♥️♥️
Lay: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You are going to upload this on instagram again aren’t you ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I really love you. It’s a pity that i didn’t manage to see you because you were too busy, kkaebiru~ (t/n: fans are speculating that ‘kkaebiru’ is evolved from ‘kkaebsong’ and ‘kkaebi’)
171008 real__pcy: 사랑하는 레이형!! 오늘 해외에서 돌아와서 정신이 없어서 까먹어버렸지만..생일 축하해요!! 올해는 정말 얼굴보기 힘들었지만 그래도 많이많이 생각하는거 알지??? 중국에서도 건강하고 얼른 자주 봐요♥️
Beloved Lay Hyung!! I just got back from overseas today and was absentminded so i forgot about this but still… Happy Birthday!! It was hard for us to meet face to face this year, but you know that i think about you a lot right??? Take care of your health in China and let’s meet frequently soon ♥️
present ideas (for other people’s birthdays/anniversaries/holidays0
if you have a hobby e.g. knitting then knitting spreads (so planning your knitting with stitches and such, or something like guitar chords)
fun fact pages
positivity pages (fill with all the good things you like)
rant pages (just rant on them - don’t worry about making them look nice)
self reflections (taking some time to just write about your feelings - mindfullness)
list of favourite things
game challenges (so having a topic e.g. animals and going through the alphabet and naming one animal for each letter - this is a really good time killer if you have nothing to do, prepare a few beforehand)
self care pages (list of self care techniques as well as recipes for facemasks etc.)
how to pages (e.g. how to draw a fish)
to catch up pages (things you should watch or listen to when you have more time - things without deadlines)
song lyrics pages (just write song lyrics or typograph them)
Tove Jansson was an incredible artist. She was a multitalented painter, writer and illustrator who created many wonderful pieces of art. Her best-known works are Moomin books and illustrations and comics centered around these characters, but she was also a talented painter with a very keen eye for color and technique. She also wrote many books and stories after finishing Moomin books. Tove Jansson was born under the shadow of WWI and grew up during the Finnish Civil War. When she was a young woman, she had to live through WWII and witness all the horrors of the time. This shaped her into a pacifist with strong anti-violence opinions.
Moomin books containt many precious and timeless ideals. Stories have themes like acceptance and loneliness, love for nature and value of freedom. Instead of giving tired morals, Tove delicately talks about things that are necessary but often forgotten. Every little creature has the right to be angry and without getting angry, you will never get your own face. Family and friends should support and love one another, but this also means letting others explore freely and with knowledge that those at home will not worry over them. Even the coldest Groke can turn warm with kindness. The books are suited for both children and adults, no matter the century or millenium. Moomins have been used as icons for environmental campaigns and to promote children’s well-being. They have evolved from children’s characters into cultrual icons of Finland.
Besides being a genius with many talents, Tove Jansson was known as a brave and caring woman. She had very bold and forward-thinking ideas about gender equality and was critical of the role women were given during 1900s. Tove Jansson was never to give up her art and career to settle down. She also defended the rights of Jewish people under the shadow of WWII and often brought attention to the plight civilians faced during wartime.
Tove Jansson was employed by the satire magazine Garm, for which she drew many sharp political caricatures. In her drawings she often criticized fascism and communism around Europe. She was later quoted to have said that mocking Hitler was one of the most satisfying things she got to do in her career. Her work was so critical about war and political figures of the time that she even faces censorship.
Love of her life was Tuulikki Pietilä. Their relationship laster over half a century. Tove never tried to hide her love, even in a time when homosexuality was a crime and later classified as a mental illness. She rebelled against oppressive systems of her time by living against them every day. She and Tuulikki were devoted to one another and their relationship only ended with Tove’s death in 2001. Tove even brought her lover with her to attend Independence Day celebrations in Presidential Palace (note that same-sex couples have faced opposition as lately as 2010s). They shared their work and dreams, settled on an island together and traveled around the world.
Tove Jansson was an incredible woman and everything she left behind will continue to impact lives of many children and adults for years to come.
WARNINGS: This story is really gross and/or horrifying but also hilarious imho. Your health always comes first, so mind the tags: Violence, Cannibalism Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Feces, Sleep Deprivation, Airplanes, I generally had a really bad time but now it’s hysterical. Most of the story is under the cut because it’s eight miles long.
In August of 2009 I flew back to Honolulu to do my sophomore year of college with the intention of entering 400-level german. What happened instead is the closest I’ve ever come to personally dying or actually murdering someone.
The problem started the day before my flight, when I attended a birthday party for a very dear cousin in Denver, and due to be in 1 of 2 adults present, ended up driving a bunch of teenagers home and didn’t get home until 12:30 that night. Oh well, my flight’s at 6AM anyway, I’ll just stay up. I can sleep on the plane, I thought, like a complete fucking fool.
You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”
You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”
Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.
After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.
You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.
You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”
You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”
Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.
You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”
“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.
You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”
Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”
Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.
Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.
Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.
Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”
You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”
You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”
Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.
Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”
You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”
Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”
Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”
Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”
You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”
Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”
You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.
You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”
You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”
Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”
You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”
Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”
You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.
As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”
You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”
You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?
As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”
You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.
“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”
Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.
“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.
The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.
As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.
You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”
Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.
“Are you happy?”
You halted as you turned back around. “What?”
Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”
Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”
By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”
Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.
thank you guys so much for 2k followers! i created this blog because people like @harry-writings and @permanentcross & so much other amazing writers INSPIRED me to write things of my own! whenever i read something they wrote, i would remain in awe. i would constantly refresh their pages to see if they updated. knowing that people are doing the same to my own writing and even asking me for advice for their own blog makes me so…happy. and just so grateful. i love each and every one of you. THANK YOU ALL.
~Richie’s favorite time of the year is Summer because he loves going to the quarry and just getting to run around with the losers all day
~His favorite music to listen to is Nirvana and for his birthday one time Eddie got him a Nirvana T-shirt that he wore at least two days a week for like three years
~The first time that he and Eddie kissed Eddie was the one who initiated it and for the first and only time in his life Richie was left speechless
~ Richie is actually really good at math and it is favorite subject in school (all of the losers usually end up copying his algebra homework five minutes before class starts)
~He collects comic books and has a stack that comes up to his knees in his room
~He once got his nose broken after Henry Bowers punched him in the face while he was trying to get Eddie’s inhaler back from him
~He will NEVER tell anyone this but he enjoys watching The Brady Bunch reruns on days when everyone is the group is busy and he has nothing to do
~Him, Bill, and Mike all joined the wresting team during there sophomore year and he ended up actually being pretty good and ended up doing it through his senior year
~He has a pet guinea pig named Chuckles that he loves more than (almost) anything and considers him the unofficial eighth member of the Losers Club
~ He and Bev have a tradition of skipping P.E and going behind the school to smoke and talk about what the Losers after school plans are
~He tells people that his favorite movie is A Nightmare On Elm Street but all the losers know that it’s really Gremlins
~he is really insecure about his glasses and wanted to get contacts until he heard through Ben that Eddie once told him that he thought that Richie looked “really cute in his glasses”
~Despite his loud mouth Stan’s parents love him and see him as a second son
~He doesn’t have a good relationship with his own parents so he doesn’t spend a lot of time at his house
~One time him and Bill had to do an oral presentation and Bill couldn’t get through a single word without stuttering and when the class started to laugh at him Richie told them to “shut the fuck up” and got suspended for three days
~Mike is the only loser that doesn’t complain about going to the arcade with him so they go together all the time
~Ben’s mom really likes him because he always tells her how pretty he thinks she is (Ben always rolls his eyes at this)
Feel free to add if anyone thinks of anything else :)
richie ‘got kicked out’ of his house at 14, he had been living in an abandoned shed on the edge of town - somewhere out of sight, he hadn’t the risk of anyone finding out
when he hung out with the losers, he always made sure to travel most of the way toward his parents house before turning in the other direction and heading back the way they came
he never told them that he got kicked out, because he didn’t want to worry them.
all he had with him was hid bike, his cassette player, several articles of clothing, a worn down toothbrush and a bar of soap that he stole from the chemist (which he does regularly)
he tried to go down to the quarry every other day to ‘wash’ himself as best he could. It didn’t matter too much to richie but he didn’t want to gross eddie out more then he already did
he mainly lived off whatever food the losers would give him at lunch time because they already knew he gets neglected in his ‘house’ so they always bring him extra food but sometimes he’d rock up at this small diner that belonged too a nice little family and they’d let him clean the restaurant after closing in favor for giving him whatever food was left over from the day
he stole cigarettes from bev, even though she knee he was doing it. he didn’t do it often, only every now and then. bev was okay with it
it was obvious to all the losers that richie barely slept, the poor boy had dark circles under his eyes that looked never ending. they also noticed he was stick thin and always servely dehydrated but his personality had never flattered he was doing pretty well, hiding it from the losers
but when it came the day of richie’s sixteenth birthday (if he was being honest he had completely forgotten about it) the losers had rocked up at richies parents house to surprise richie, and it didn’t take long after Maggie had answered the door and told the crew that she hadn’t seen her son in two years for them to panic
they had all felt extremely guilty for noticing but when they had all sat and thought over the past years it had all made sense to them
richie was suppose to meet the losers at the quarry later that day do when he rocked up, smile wide on his face making up some joke about eddie’s mother was when the losers couldn’t take it. they all saw how happy he pretended to be and now that they paid attention, behind richie’s thick glasses all they saw in his eyes was pain.
bev had started crying, and that’s when richie jumped into action. which made her cry even more, seeing as how much he much he cared for his friends and yet they didn’t even care enough to see that he was literally homeless.
none of the losers parents would let richie stay in their houses but he bounced back and forth from each of them, stay at their houses each and every week so he wasn’t living out in the wild.
bev had snuck him in past her dad;
mike let him stay in the shed and brought him more food than he could ever eat;
bill gave him clothes and he slept on a mattress on his floor;
eddie supplied him with a large amount of hygenie products and allowed richie to sneak in through his bedroom window when his mother fell asleep;
ben lived with his aunt so he would in the same position as richie if she hadn’t taken him in so he tried to get richie as much food as possible while allowing him to sleep on the couch in their living room whenever he needed;
stan’s family never got in the way of allowing richie to stay over because his parents willingly let richie come and go as he needed
richie was glad he had such great friends and was just happy everything was finally looking up
Here’s whatmight be happening in the next few months:
The collab is titled ‘Do Me Wrong’
Lauren is a feature, meaning her guest vocals will be on his track. He will receive accreditation for the sales and streams of the single
It will be on his album. We all know Ty can’t release a track without a feature, for some reason his solo music flops? Can’t imagine why that would be *cough misogynistic idiot cough*. However, it will be released as a single off the album
High Key think the video for ‘Do Me Wrong’ was already shot back in June in Jamaica during L’s birthday. Hence his photographer and a few others from his promotions team were also present
Lauren’s collab with Steve Aoki ‘Paralysed’ will be released around the same time whilst she’s fronting the media/charts. I’m thinking this is gonna drop pretty soon though, so watch out for that
5H and Camila will both be attending a number of the Jingle Balls at the end of the year
This PR Ty/Lauren nonsense will hardcore continue up until the new year, but after the holiday break it will be over. We haven’t had a Ty/L kiss yet, so expect that “leak”
2018 Camila’s album will drop however from November to the album release, I think we might get a PR for promotion. Hopefully they’ll use Shawn again, he has a platform, is a great artist and a genuinely nice person. Maybe a Jonas Brother or a backing dancer, definitely a boy though lol
2018, the group will split. 4 solo contracts have already been offered to the remaining members so these will be undertaken late 2018 after touring and pre scheduled performances have been played
The girls and Camila will switch labels to Republic Records, where I think then they’ll be allowed to publicly interact and show they’re on good terms
I think theres gonna be a huge dispute/lawsuit amongst them and their team/label next year aswell
No one is buying the drama/shade anymore, it’s boring as fuck, we as a fandom would talk more if the girls were allowed to be on good terms. They know we aren’t falling for it, hence everything has been pretty quiet at the minute. The only one who people suspect is being shady is L, but she’s only playing PR bingo, we can’t blame her really
A major camren hint is gonna come out (literally lol) I think as a fandom we’re gonna be shook
vividly remember the easier times like it was yesterday, the point
where nothing was stressful in life besides picking out which birthday
presents you wanted more than the others. Everything glided through your
life so easily, not a stress in the world. You were seven at the time,
the world of coloring your homework assignment and not having to study
for the ACT.
You were in Mrs. Banks’ classroom
for the year, the most wonderful teacher you could’ve ever thought of
having. She was thoughtful, sweet, and she never raised her voice. Once
you walked into the room on the first day, your seating assignment was golden.
She had sat you next to your long time friend Michelle, your smile
bright and jittery as you happily hopped your way over to your friend,
her face lighting up at the sight of your name tag place next to hers.
You arranged your pencil bag and crayons as Michelle talked ferociously
to you about how much fun you two were gonna have all year next to each
Not even two minutes later, your
bubbly conversation with Michelle was silenced, both of your attention’s
snapping to a new figure being seen across the table from you. Your
big, Y/E/C eyes widened at the presence of the new boy, or what you
thought was a boy, due to the fact his head was shoved away, hiding in
the arms of your teacher.
“Y/N, Michelle, this is
your other table buddy, Peter. Can you say hello?” Mrs. Banks’ soft,
silky voice floated through your ears as your mind instantly nodded a
yes through your head, your eagerness to make a new friend growing.
Michelle nodded back as well, your teacher coaxed Peter’s seemingly shy
demeanor from her arms and led him to the seat across from you. You
watched carefully as the boy’s mop of slightly curly, brown hair move to
face away from you, decisively showing you and your friend his face.
Your eyes followed his features as they opened up to new faces being
shown around him. His bashful, bright brown eyes wandered from you to
Michelle numerous times before his small lips formed a weary smile at
the two of you. Your fascination with this boy was growing by the
minute, his entire demeanor questioned you over and over again.
Banks’ let him be before walking away to greet others at the door. You
stared directly at Peter, waiting for him to open his quiet mouth and
say something. His eyes directed down at his desk, arranging his new
pencils and crayons in order. Your mind grew impatient waiting for this
new friend of yours to talk, so you decided to start the conversation.
Peter! I’m Y/N! This is Michelle,” you started, voice squeaky and loud
as your finger pointed over to Michelle. She waved at Peter sweetly
before pulling out a book and flipping through tge pages.
head slowly turned up and locked gazes with you, eyes wide with
weariness and concern at your sudden outward demeanor. His thin eyebrows
furrowed before his lips did that same small smile again and spoke to
“H-Hi,” he quietly answered, nose crinkling in concern of you not being able to hear his quiet voice.
smile lit up as soon as he replied, two front teeth missing from the
equation, but still the brightest smile possible was adorned across your
face. Your mind was somehow already captivated by this boy’s reticent
and peaceful disposition. But your heart was confused at the same time,
your seven year old brain not knowing what this new exciting feeling
that had been cast upon you on such short notice.
But man, did you like it.
Stage Two: Denial
“Peter! You have to tell me, c'mon!” you urged your best friend of five years, your hands slightly shoving him.
rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest in sudden defeat,
the sound of regret laced through his words, “Do I have to?”
urgently shook your head up and down, eyes wide with curiosity as you
watched the eleven year old boy in front of you. You were attempting to
get Peter to tell you who his crush was, and it wasn’t working in your
favor. You had pressured hi eight times that day to tell you, him not
budging once. Bu this time, you could feel his attitude slipping, the
secret so close to being released.
didn’t know why you wanted to know so badly. Maye it was the rush you
would get when attempting to set the two of them up. Or, maybe it was
the excitement you feel push through you as the Peter told you something
he would never, ever tell anyone else.
thoughts were cut short as peter heavily sighed and waked closer towards
you. His eyes cased everywhere else in the room besides yours as he
finally yielded to your constant begging and told you the secret.
it’s Liz Allen,” he said rushed and quietly, instantly pulling away
from your ear as the words slipped off his lips, sudden regret soaking
Your mind transitioned from
eagerness to almost… regret? You couldn’t quite detect the feeling
that was pulsing through your veins right now. All you could think about
was the girl’s name that had just rolled off Peter’s tongue and the
fact that everything about her just didn’t match up with Peter.
whispered back to him, looking around for the sight of anyone before
muttering, “But, she’s an… eighth grader,” the sound of her grade
level sounded so scandalous and out of place your eleven year old brain
didn’t want to comprehend it.
“So?” Peter questioned back to you, rolling his eyes as if you were being the uptight one.
of Peter whisking himself away from your time to stare at Liz Allen
made your stomach twist in anger and from the tips of your fingers to
your toes twitch with jealousy.
Woah woah, wait.
Jealousy? You, jealous of Peter’s attention? No way. There was no way
you, Y/N Y/L/N was somewhat crushing on Peter Parker. It’s Peter for
god’s sake! He was awkward all the time, and he was your best friend.
You were NOT jealous.
Nope, no way. There’s no way.
lmao you thot.
Stage Three: Acceptance
had been two years ever since Peter admitted to his longing,
overbearing, and utterly pathetic crush on Liz Allen. And the fact that
you were completely over it, was to say the least. Ever since he had
slipped his secret to you, his eyes for Liz grew fonder as well as his
heart. His captivating brown eyes would light up a room as he would
spot Liz from the other side, his feet that once carried themselves
over to you before class, found their way over to the older girl.
heart yearned for Liz, while yours, as you hated to admit, ached for
his. Your mind since then has been in a constant whirlwind of
confusion, guilt, regret, and forgiveness as it flipped between the two
sides of your mirroring conflicts.
One day, you
would carry your hatred of his affection on your shoulders as you
approached the school, your feelings portrayed across your face. Your
lips would turn down in a scowl as your eyes would match, the usual
bright Y/E/C would glaze over in a layer of darkness to match your
But then the next day, Peter just had to do
something cute as hell, kicking the beat of your heart again and
igniting your new feelings, triggering your mind to wash away all of the
bad and immense feelings you had towards Peter’s affections. You
couldn’t trust your conflicted emotions anymore, your newly hormonal,
thirteen year old brain would constantly conflict yourself.
The point was, Peter Parker was messing with your mind, and you had no idea what would happen next.
Stage Four: Infatuation
“Peter, don’t do this again.”
please! I promise you, we’ll work on it tomorrow!” Peter pleaded you,
his hands grasped around the pole connecting your bed together. His
pleads escaped his mouth in sweet, savory sections that made your heart
Peter was flaking on you again, for Liz. Of
course, who else would it be? You two were supposed to be working on
your Chemistry project, but once again, he got a text from Liz, asking
him to help her with homecoming stuff. The beautiful boy before you was
asking for yet another favor, replacing your time over again with
You shook your head slightly,
allowing him to leave you, working on the project alone. His sweet brown
eyes connected with yours in happiness as you agreed.
you!” he ran over to your slumped figure, instantly wrapping his arms
around your frame in a bone crushing hug. The heat between your two
bodies flooded your memory of how it felt to succumb to his captivating
touch. He released from your grasp, smiling at you once more before exiting your room in a rush.
And he was gone.
couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh, the emotions that wracked your
brain for months attempting to spill out of your system.Two years had
passed since you willingly admitted to yourself your immense feelings
for Peter. The one day your feelings never conflicted you again caused
you to have almost a mental breakdown. Every wave of sudden affection
you yearned for from Peter hit you all at once that day, your thoughts
no longer blurring you from the truth.
played every scenario of happiness, affection, and liveliness it could
recall of your years with Peter. You adored his thoughtful strength to
want to be able to do more with his life, his intelligence acting as a
flame of ignition. You loved carefully gazing at the boy as he bit his
thin, pink bottom lip in concentration, dazzling chocolate eyes trained
in thought as he focused on something intense. His slightly curled brown
hair would run through his fingers in time of stress, your eyes
latching themselves on to the muscles that lined his sculpted hands
along the top.
And don’t even get started on the freckles. They peppered his tan skin
so lightly that they looked as if they were barely there. Random ones
would appear on his nose daily, and you would take note of the new
placement and smile to yourself at all of his purely mesmerizing quirks.
You sensed a pleasure of infatuation ignite your
heart in a fiery sensation with the boy, your mind clouding with
pleasure and hope as you dazingly thought about him night and day. His
heart was pure and full of complete joy, which made your feelings grow
immensely deeper as time clocked on. Nothing could beat the admirable emotion you felt towards that boy, and that was not a good sign.
brain loathed to admit it, but you knew deep down in the pit of your
stomach and the back of your mind that he would never, ever gaze at you
the way his eyes would cast a upon the older girl’s. He was your best
friend, and unfortunately that was all.
But your feelings never countered for a minute.
Stage Five: Affection
year later and Peter still knew. How could he not? From the way your
pure Y/E/C eyes would run their course over his figure day by day to the
way he would sense and witness your heart break as he fled your lonely
figure for someone else’s. Ever since you two were thirteen, his
immature boy brain could perceive the jealousy you proved among him as
he spoke excitedly about his crush. At first he denied that you had any
feeling towards him, but then he kept thinking back to all the
occurrences to when your beautiful, bright smile was vanished from your
features completely, when he talked about Liz.
could remember the exact day he figured out your feelings. Your head
was downcasted as he spoke to you about a science project. His eyes
watched as your figure went limp at the sound of Liz’s name being used
in an out-of-context situation. You then lifted your head, your usual
light eyes portraying a dark side as you locked his gaze. Your features
hardened and his heart did an unusual flip, his insides churning at the
new unfamiliar and cold feeling.
It was almost as if
seeing you in such a demure state put him in a saddened one. As time
went on and his brain continued to wrack for answers, he finally
received the answer.
was the previous anonymous feeling, and he felt his heart ache a
little. The thought of you staying up at night with thoughts of him
wandering around your heartbroken state, brought him into a new light.
Liz used to be the one who was the only facade of his wondrous thoughts
day and night.
But as he sat in bed that night, his
confused mind keeping him from sleep, he realized you had been for
awhile. The emotion hit him like a truck, instantly being bombarded with
images of you. The form of your radiant eyes and matching smile clouded
the front of his mind, his veins suddenly pumping with a new, enticing
The way your nose would scrunch at something you
took a dislike to, or the way your long eyelashes would flutter quickly
as you attempted to stay awake and continue studying for another test.
But most of all, the way that your soft features would all elevate to a
new type of happiness you looked his way at the beginning of the day,
his heart inflaming with captivity and admiration for you and everything
you were made of.
The alluring sense of all this was completely evident the first time he kissed you too.
“Peter, what are you…?” you daringly questioned his close and infatuated presence.
Y/N. Let me show you much I love you” his scratchy yet sweet voice
whispered against your trembling lips. The thought of Peter falling in
love with caused your entire body to shake in nerves and shock. The air
around the both of you became heavy and lucid as everything in the world
seemed to make sense. The love you yearned for him to reciprocate was
suddenly present, and you didn’t know when or why it was now showing
itself, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered then as Peter’s
admirable brown eyes gazed from your lips and back to your eyes as the
soft touch of his hands enveloping your face in a warm manner sent
chills up and down both of your fingertips. Peter’s sweet touch was
closed as his savory lips planted themselves on yours.
hearts filled with love as the feeling of closeness between the two of
developed. Your lips pushed themselves back on his as your arms wrapped
around his waist, pulling him closer to your needy figure. His throat
emitted a long-awaited sigh of relief, your feeling being proved for one
another once and for all.
The stages of love were somewhat a game. But, if you play them right, you’ll prove you’re the winner.