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i don’t usually get political but this has all the world to do with my blog and yours.

if you’re an american, please read this. even if you’re not, please read this and signal boost it. 

america has laws on something called net neutrality. this keeps internet service providers from regulating media. without it, they could 

  • block whatever websites they please
  • charge extra for websites
  • charge extra for different categories like social media or research
  • make competitor websites run slower

and our government is voting to repeal it. 

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Endlessly salty bechloe fan tweet by myself this morning (yes I am a Beca/Chloe fan named Becca yes it is kind of weird) got a few likes

…hang on who is that latest one

yup, that’d be literally Anna Kendrick

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Even after living in Storybrooke for years, Killian Jones still doesn't trust the talking phones. He prefers using shellphones or magic message bottles.

There’s a tiny voice that echoes into the hall and it makes Emma stop. She pushes the door open to find her daughter sitting on her bedroom door, but instead of talking to her dolls during tea time, she’s talking into her shell necklace.

“Yes, the one with the sparkles!…Is it pink?…” She giggles. “That’s it…okay, daddy…I will tell them…no…they aren’t upset, but they said you have to be here for the next tea time…okay…I love you, too.”

Not wanting to interrupt her conversation, Emma backs out of the room, closing the door over with her brows furrowed. Later, after Killian comes home from his shift at the station she asks him about it.

“Did you call Hope earlier on her shell necklace?”

“Aye…I popped by the farm to pick up the stuffed animal she left there and neither Dave nor myself knew one was her’s.”

She blinks.

“You didn’t think to call me on my cell?”

He snorts.

“I did, darling–” She pulls her phone out of her back pocket. “–it went straight to voicemail.”

“I don’t have a missed call.” 

“Blasted things are never reliable.”

Before she can respond, their daughter comes rushing into the kitchen, her pink unicorn tucked under her arm while she holds a glass bottle in front of her.

“Henry wrote again, Henry wrote again!”

Emma’s mouth falls open.

“A message in a bottle…really?”

After sweeping their daughter into his arms, her husband turns back to her with a wink. For almost ten years he’s lived in Storybrooke, he knows all the in’s and out’s of technology–better than her sometimes–but there are still some things that will never change.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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GD road trip AU | Alex is feeling stressed out after a busy month at the DEO, so Astra takes her on a road trip. Prompted (and prodded :P) by @foxx-queen.

Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much

A/N: I was actually going to cut this entire chapter out, jumping ahead to the party but I couldn’t resist a little Reddie banter. Sue me.

Word Count: 1867

Masterlist


Part: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) 7

The first thing that had become painfully clear as they began their five hour drive, was that Eddie Kaspbrak had the worst singing voice in the entire world. It was a mixture between cat mating calls and nails on a chalk board and yet his horrific voice didn’t stop the smaller boy from belting out his favorite lyrics. Each time the song would change he would gasp and exclaim how much he loved this song and begin to screech over the blaring speakers.

Although he was sure that he ears had started to bleed, Richie found himself enjoying every second of it. He even egged it on, drumming his hands on the steering wheel and screaming along at the top of his lungs. Never in his life had he been happier driving long distance and never did he think he would sing along with The Beetles.

“Okay I need a break.” Eddie exclaimed, turning down the volume. “I don’t want to lose my voice before the game tonight.”

“Oh what no encore?” Richie joked, smirking over to his friend. “I think I may still have some hearing left in my left ear.”

“Oh haha.” The smaller boy sneered, opening the chips that thrashmouth brought along. “If you think I sing badly then you should hear Stan.”

“What do animals follow him too?” Richie joked, “Because I’m assuming there is going to a shit ton of cats waiting for us at the hotel. Pussy galore my friend.”

Eddie didn’t reply, instead he stuffed his face and flipped the bird. Richie laughed, amused by the sight. There was a crunch from the bag as the trashmouth leaned over and snatched back his snacks, ignoring the protest of his passenger.

He couldn’t help but smirk at Eddie as he pouted on the other side of the cab, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. There was a push of emotion in Richie’s chest, forcing it down with conversation. “How in the hell have we never met before? What are you new to Derry or something?”

The small boy snorted, “Richie, we have went to the same school since the third grade.”

“What? There is no way in hell that’s true.” He replied, “I think I would remember someone like you Eds.”

“Yeah right.” He replied, chuckling lightly. “Richie Tozier, remember me? Now I know that you’re the joker of Derry.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, slightly taken aback by the statement. His stomach churned, almost telling him not to press the subject.

“No offense Richie but you aren’t the type of person to hang out with us losers. Hell, I’m surprised you even talked to us.” It was like Eddie had punched him in the chest, he looked over to the smaller kid desperate to find some kind of humor only to come up short. “You’ve said exactly two sentences to me before this year and both were insults.”

“Oh come on, that can’t possibly be right.”

 Eddie rolled his eyes, counting the encounters on his boney fingers. “Once when we were in fifth grade you told me that my fanny pack was dumb and the other time was on the first day of freshman year when you pushed me aside and muttered something about being in the way.” He shrugged at the end, snatching back the snack from Richie’s lap. “You’ve always been too cool for school and way too cool for me.”

“You’re wrong Eddie, you aren’t a loser and I’m not too cool for you.” He replied softly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. There was a small rip in his heart, one that leaked out desperate and unacquainted emotions, making Richie feel sick. “You should think better of yourself.”

“Oh please.” Eddie snickered, taking a bite of another chip. “I carried a fanny pack until sixth grade, and only stopped when I found out my mother was making me take placebo pills to make me think I was sick.”

“Gazeboes?”

“No, placebos. You know, fake shit? Sugar pills?” He corrected, truing slightly to face his friend. “I came out as gay freshman year and over half the girls in our school are taller than me. It’s okay Rich, I’m a loser but I found other loser friends. It wasn’t like I unhappy. I didn’t know anyone different until you forced your way into our group, bringing along your own friends. Now we are like a little club.”  

 There was a stillness that began to spread through the car, neither one of them spoke a word as what had been said lingered between them. Richie tried to think back to when he had interacted with Eddie previously but nothing came to mind. He had said a lot of things, made a lot of jokes over the years and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pin point meeting someone so special to him.

“Eddie?” Richie blurted, unable to pry his gaze from the road.

“Yeah?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat, his knuckles white from his death grip on the wheel. With one shaky breath he managed, “I’m glad I finally noticed you, you are literally the best thing that I have ever found in the janitor’s closet.” There was another confession on the tip of his tongue but he bit down, killing it before it could escape.

“You’re not too bad yourself Tozier.” He jeered, smirking. “A pain in my ass but I can deal.”

Half-jokingly, he replied, “I’ll be the pain in your ass anytime Eds.” The response he received was from the chips as they were split onto his lap.


They arrived at the hotel just before check in, the group huddled around the truck as Bill went inside to get their keys. Richie found himself sitting in his cab, taking long drags of a much needed cigarette. Though his rear view mirror he watched Eddie converse with Ben, his face lightening up with their interaction. He couldn’t help but smirk, appreciating the sight.

“So how did the car ride go?” Beverly asked, leaning against the driver side door. “Talk about anything extra fun?”

“We met in third grade right?” He asked, blowing smoke in her direction.

“I think so, why?”

“Did you know Eddie has been in the same school as us since then?”

He looked over to his best friend, expecting her to be taken aback but was astonished to see her nodding. “Yeah, the kid with the fanny pack.”

There was another rip in his heart, his body rejecting the sudden information as his stomach dropped painfully. “Huh.” Richie muttered, shaking his head. “How do you remember him but I don’t? What in the hell is wrong with me?”

“He was lemonade Richie.” She replied, as if any of that phrase made sense.

“What the fuck does that mean.”

Beverly sighed, pulling out her own death stick. “You know when you are getting pop at a restaurant and there is always that option for lemonade?”

“Yeah, I never pick it.”

“Exactly.” There was a pause while she lit her smoke, sucking down the nicotine. “You don’t notice it until you are forced to drink it. Other options always get in the way, and they seem better so you choose them but lemonade has always been there, it was just pushed aside.”

“That is the stupidest analogy that I have ever heard.” A cloud of smoke was blown in to his face, forcing him to rear back in surprise.

“Is it though?” She retorted, smiling at his discomfort. “Does it not make sense? I mean Eddie is gay so that would make him pink lemonade, but the similarity is there.”

Richie didn’t bother to reply, instead looking back to their group of friends. Stan had joined the conversation, waving his hands as if deep in an overdramatic complaint. Eddie nodded, rolling his eyes. For a split second be looked up meeting the trashmouth’s gaze though the mirror, smirking before returning to the conversation. There was a skip in Richie’s heart beat and he could feel his face flush at the encounter.

“Pink lemonade can be quite good if you actually give it a try.” Beverly added before Bill appeared with the room keys. Richie let it be, not giving her the satisfaction of his obvious agreement.


The crowd roared around them, every person in the stand screaming at the top of their lungs in support of their team. Richie and Bill were the loudest, chanting Mike’s name as he passed another touchdown. The others tried their best, shouting when the time was right.

All of the rumors had been true, the game was a total blow out. Derry was leading by more than twenty with less than three minutes left on the board. There were a sea of familiar faces, all of which seemed to be staying at the same hotel as them, making the trip to the party that much easier. Someone had raided their parent’s liquor cabinet, bringing with them every toxic drink imaginable.

This was a relief for Richie, with everyone intoxicated he might just be able to talk to Eddie without any interruptions. He had grown annoyed by Beverly’s not so suable hint drops, finding courage in the game and the exhilaration, making up some kind of plan. It wasn’t the best, and in retrospect it practically set him up for failure but it was the best thing he could think of.  

“You okay?”

Richie looked down to Eddie, noticing him for the first time that half. The jacket he wore was at least three sizes too big, practically swallowing his small body. His face was flustered, obviously overwhelmed by all of the excitement. The trashmouth couldn’t’ suppress his smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you enjoying yourself there Eds?”

“Don’t call me that.” He replied, huffing in annoyance. “That’s not my name.”

“Oh my dear, that ship has long since sailed.” Richie cooed in response, pinching his cheeks. The smaller boy pulled away, swatting at his hands. “You get so cute when you are frustrated, like a little red puppy.”

“Wow two insults in one breath. I’m honored.”

He laughed, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “You should be, I only save the double zingers for important people.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie hissed in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. As he began to walk away he was halted by Richie’s hand as it bit into his shoulder, stilling him. He met his gaze, confused as to why he had been stopped.

“Hey, after the game I wanna talk to you” The trashmouth divulged, chewing on his lower lip. “I mean if you get a chance during the party.”  

“Yeah, sure Rich.” He replied cautiously, noticing his friend’s stiffness. “Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s nothing bad.” Richie replied, dripping his hold. “I just want to-“But the rest of his words were drowned out by the crowed as they cheered at Mike’s next touch down. Eddie never looked away, practically burning his friend’s skin with his intense stare.

Richie forced a smile, chuckling lightly, “Look don’t worry about it. I’ll find you later tonight.”

“Okay Richie. Whatever you say.”



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anonymous asked:

Kravitz can has and will write pieces of music about taako

i love this this is adorable,

but i’m going to jump off this by uh stealing something from my ocs

taako doesn’t know shit about music so kravitz will sometimes quote popular songs out of context and pose it as romantic poetry bc taako doesn’t know it was written by fantasy shakira

Pinof 9 is posted and you click on it as quickly as you can out of glee. The video opens up on the two boys sitting on the bed in the moon room, rather than the usual background of Phil’s bedroom. You let out a shrill, eardrum-bursting scream. Your mother yells at you to stop. Your heart pounds against your chest as the boys simultaneously draw cat whiskers on each other in complete silence, maintaining eye contact with the camera the whole time. They slowly turn their bodies to match their head’s forward-facing positions, and they remain there for approximately 12.8 seconds. Dan opens his mouth. He says only one word: “fuck.” Phil, still looking directly at the camera, finishes Dan’s sentence: “you.” The video suddenly ends, leaving you in a state of shock. Your mother telepathically senses that you need medical attention and calls an ambulance. You black out. When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed and the year is 2031. Your mother is standing by your side and lets a single tear roll down her cheek when she sees that you are awake. “Mother?” You ask weakly. “Yes dear?” She replies. “What have them bois been up to while I was out?” Your mother shakes her head solemnly. “Nothing, dear.” You die immediately.