i mean come on look at her

hello friends

a lot of people seem really upset right now and that’s completely understandable but it might help to keep in mind that it is genuinely not a personal affront if you are not invited to something like this. there are thousands and THOUSANDS of us and it is just physically impossible for us all to be noticed or on taylor’s radar in any meaningful way. the people who are invited to meet taylor are obviously all incredibly deserving but it really at the end of the day it all comes down to sheer dumb LUCK. luck about what posts taylor is able to see, when she’s online, when she’s looking for people to invite, etc. i know it can feel like the most personal thing in the world when someone you love so much just doesn’t see you but i promise it’s not because she isn’t looking or doesn’t care

and i hope this doesn’t come across as condescending because i don’t mean to be at all. the only reason i am even making this post is because i have had my moments of being upset about it too. taylor has lurked my blog before, has replied to a post saying she loved me and generally given other indications that she knew who i was but i was never invited to meet her and when i’m feeling bad about myself it’s easy to become convinced that it’s personal. but it’s really really REALLY not. it’s always valid to be sad about not getting to meet her and i don’t think anyone would begrudge us of that but trying to keep in mind about how much luck plays into it should hopefully make it a little easier to bear

love u all

Random Speculation for “The Rising Son”

Forgot to do this last week so here we go, right under the wire;

  • “Then” will Focus on Crowley and the Princes of hell, attention paid to Dagon and then Jack and Cas and then sad Cas being dead.
  • I feel like the cold open may be Donatello
  • Asmodeus is looking for Jack to teach him the ways of his father.
  • The plot with Hell and Jack is pretty straight forward with lots of demons coming after him. He probably fries them?
  • Jack gets anti-angel and Anti-demon ink. Maybe we’ll get a nention of Sam’s tattoo.
  • MEAN WHILE - Mary and Lucifer are sort of allied because Lucifer wants to keep her around to trade her for Jack when they get back.
  • Hopefully, Michael is going to Kick Lucifer’s ASS
  • Mary gets away from Luci and meets other hunters.
  • I bet Jack kills Asmodeus very dead very violently in a way that worries Dean.
  • IDK what else. Maybe Donatello will die to slake Bucklemming’s bloodlust.

Swiftie of The Day!✨

Everyday I will be spotlighting a different swiftie! It’s a great opportunity to meet new swifties and spread some love! Want to nominate a swiftie? Simply message me their username and why you love them! @taylorswift

[These posts are for a place to foster love and support within the swiftie community. No hate will be tolerated.]

October 19, 2017💕

The swiftie of the day is Missy from Arizona @downn-inflames! Missy is incredibly talented! She made a replica of the “Love is blind” sweater Taylor wore in the Look What You Made Me Do music video! I mean it’s literally the exact same! Go to her blog to check it out! She also got to see the All Too Well piano in person and I think we’re all jealous haha!

Make sure to go check out Missy’s blog and share some love with her! Reblog this post with a lovely message for Missy!💗

Love you Missy! May all your swiftie dreams come true!💜

Originally posted by swiftslastkiss

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The Get Up…

  • The next day Melody met up with Yahnika an Eden. They went to the park where she caught up with her bestfriend an cousin they sat for awhile. Mel was in need of girl talk since the shop was finally finished plus yaya was saying she needed to find a another job. Since the one she has was working her nerves.


Yaya : Girl whats up ? where have you been  I been calling hows the shop coming an when is we planing this girls trip.

Melody : Hey heffa , I been meaning to call you back life has been hectic plus setting up shop took a minute. An E look at you cuz you slaying that outfit (lauging ) thrilla.

Eiden : Yes you know me got’s to look fly got a date later on decided to get ready early so just in case buddy stand me up this outfit don’t go to waste.

Melody : I feel you , Yaya speaking of shop I know you ready to leave that assistant job so I was thinking do you want to come work with your girl an lest’s make these money moves.

Yanika : You know what that’s not bad at all I’m still gone look just so I can have a second income you know need that extra spending money 

Melody : Girl yesss got’s to support these habits (laughing)

PR?

Isn’t it funny how Lauren seems to be more active on her Instagram lately? Right after she posted a pic with Ty, she posted so many pics that Tyren pic is now going down on her feeds. I mean, I found it funny because it looks like she tries to get the pic out of her sight. I just remember she said that she is a very private person when it comes to her personal life. In my opinion, her love life is quite personal for her. And to post a pic with someone special in social media means you let people to talk about your relationship. I think it’s pretty much not what Lauren likes to do. Or at least I think so. Anyway, it’s 2017 and I still believe in Camren. Not gonna deny, Lauren always had that ‘Camila’ smile every time she was with her. And the eyes, man. Their eyes. You can see love in their eyes every time they look at each other. Eyes never lie. Hope both Camila and Lauren find happiness wherever they are. Even though, they cannot tell the truth to us, I hope they can be honest to themselves. About everything, including their feelings towards each other.

Did Hay/ley A/twell Just Hint At Her Return To The M/C/U?
Why ‘Avengers’ Fans Think Peg/gy Cart/er Is In 'Infi/nit/y W/ar’ Sequel
P/egg/y Ca/rter Could Be In The Next Two 'Av/en/gers’ Movies

can someone please tell me this is fake news cause I REALLY DONT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN. LOOK P/EGG/Y CART/ER DESERVES TO DIE IN PEACE. SHE DESERVES TO GO IN HER SLEEP AND BE IN PEACE. IF THIS IS TRUE YOU KNOW WHAT THIS FUCKING MEANS. ALL THOSE UGLY S.TEV.E/SH.A.RON HATERS ARE GONNA COME BACK!!!! FUCK. LET PEGGY DIE IN PEACE. WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO TO BRING HER BACK?? HOW DOES IT BENEFIT THE FUCKING PLOT LINE?!??!?!?!? 

As requested by @gjoriin, here is stuff I love about Pidge :D

  • loves her family unconditionally!!!!!!
  • rambles when worried
  • also rambles when excited
  • really didn’t want to cut her hair off
  • the more tense the situation/less sleep she’s gotten, the less tolerance she has for Lance’s shit
  • loves video games
  • always wants to learn new things & know how everything works 
  • can?? think in binary code?????? how
  • tilts her head and/or readjusts her glasses when nervous
  • reprogrammed and adopted a fighting drone
  • also named it
  • gets annoyed when people touch her stuff without permission
  • carries a picture of Matt with her
  • *team does something stupid* *ignores them completely and keeps doing her own thing*
  • has allergies & used to hate the outdoors because of that
  • despite that she appreciates pretty nature surroundings
  • *glasses glint*
  • came up with the plan to steal money from a fountain to buy that one video game
  • cries openly
  • talks to her lion and modifies it with castle tech
  • is?? actually totally comfortable in dresses????
  • seems to really get along with the mice
  • has a diary
  • easily gets sweaty hands
  • built trash robots of her friends when she was lost in space - probably because she missed them
  • makes puns and waits for people to get them
  • hates peanuts but loves peanut butter cookies
  • curse her short arms
  • so small,, gets blown away easily,,, needs to be protected,,,,
  • can be unexpectedly clumsy
  • continued doing her job even when she heard how Shiro got tortured over the intercoms
  • *gets forced to leave her laptop* *whines and pouts*
  • tried to learn Altean and actually was successful to some degree
  • “aww you’ve got a cute little bayard” *electrocutes Lance* “yeah, it’s pretty cute”
  • made it into the garrison with a fake identity
  • can hack into pretty much everything, anywhere, even while talking
  • is sarcastic at times but is genuine about her feelings just as often, if not more
  • smart af
  • agreed to stay with the team despite her family being more important to her than anything else
  • fell asleep in front of her laptop
  • is self-confident and knows exactly what she’s capable of
  • but was still worried about not being the right paladin for the green lion
  • has the smuggest grin
  • sees tech: ☆*・゜゚・*٩(*▿*)۶*・゜゚・*☆

CONCLUSION: Pide is adorable,,,, I l o v e her

[keith] [keith with meta improvement] [lance] [shiro[hunk] [allura] [coran]

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Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

let’s just talk for a moment here. 

I’m gonna say itLena Luthor loves Kara Danvers. loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why. 

first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I’ll explain my reasonings. 

  • donuts
  • lip bites/glances/looks
  • the thirst factor
  • food dates
  • meeting Alex
  • gala
  • flowers
  • her heroics
  • “I’ve never stood behind a man” 
  • “I’m here for you, if you still want that”
  • “I miss you”
  • “I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”
  • “I trust you”/Catco
  • heart emoji

ok let’s get started:

first, the doughnuts.

 lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara. 

the lip bites, holy fuck. I’m going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god. 

lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love. 

I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell. 

next, lena’s thirst factor. 

girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara! 

exhibit A: their first meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water

exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)

exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af 

exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk

exhibit E: y’all see where I’m going with this, right?

their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates

lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite. 

what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?

this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I’m pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for… 

the gala

she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns…

the flowers: plumerias

these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special” 

and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.

lena being a hero

she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero. 

lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.

in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could’ve easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight. 

and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it’ll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.

and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO… hot damn, she’s my hero.

lena’s never stood behind a man

*eh hem* I’ll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration. 

“I’m here for you, if you still want that”

Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I’m right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to. 

yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn’t want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes. 

“I miss you” 

this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”

now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit” 

so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji

a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could’ve replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.

and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”

lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she 

lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love. 

she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves. 


anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion. 


*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don’t know if they actually will, let’s hope.

edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything… oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml

anonymous asked:

okay but does this mean pidge is constantly wearing prescription glasses that she doesnt need? shes gonna mess up her eyesight

accidentally ruining the eyesight of your loved ones for the sake of a gag is actually a family tradition

(flashback)

sam holt: haha, honey come in here!!! look what i did to the baby!!

baby matt holt: (wearing his father’s glasses & squinting around) baaaaaaaaaah buh bluh

colleen holt: honey no

  • *early morning*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Rosamund: *eating cereal; grimacing* Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *concentrating* Mmm?
  • Rosamund: Are you in love?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* Why do you ask?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* you keep playing icky love songs and stuff.
  • Sherlock: *offended* I am not!
  • Rosamund: *raises an eyebrow* What was that called?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Ode to Joy *irritated* don't you have school?
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes; stands* Alright, alright, I'm going *picks up her bag; knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door* see you later, Aunt Molly.
  • Molly: *muffled* Yeah, g-goodbye, Rosie.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Rosamund: *smug* Bye-bye, Uncle Sherlock *grins as she leaves the flat*

justallthedalish  asked:

I just read your Momo post and while i generally agree about it she's not really a common body type. And I say that for one reason. Her boobs are way to big for someone that skinny and athletic. Woman that naturally thin and muscular generally won't have much because since the fat get burned off (also cause hers are disproportionately large) And even then to be able to do the large amounts of fighting she does she'd need a high impact sports bra. Add that and the costume is better and realistic

i think the problem here is that i used only anime screen shots, which hirokoshi did not draw himself, bc i was making more of an emotional point than one specifically about her body and outward appearance

in the wiki it says this about her power and use of fat cells

“Momo’s body breaks down fat at a molecular level, which will then be re-used as material for her to shape into objects with her Quirk.[2] Because of this, considerable ingestion of food is necessary for the Quirk to be effective. This means she would likely become extremely under weight if used too much.“

momo has the quirk equivalent of an extremely high metabolism

so she must keep eating and constantly keep up her weight to properly use her quirk, and to not accidentally become underweight through overuse of her quirk

now check out this manga panel straight from the hands of horikoshi

SHE IS THICK

SHE HAS BELLY ROLLS, THICK THIGHS, THICK ARMS

you can tell that in the original art her boobs actually look PERF for her body type.

still the biggest in the class but they look naturally big

not like outrageous anime big haha

even in the anime character refs her boobs look perf for her body imo

a lot of the problem comes in how they are animated but thats on the production company, not on horikoshi

im guessing changes were made simply bc it was cheaper/easier to animate this way

HERE’S SOME MORE MANGA PICS SO EVERYONE CAN SEE HOW PERF MOMO’S TATAS FIT HER BOD THO

and about her not having a sports bra

“Her hero costume consists of a simple red skin-tight outfit that exposes most of the center of her torso, arms and legs, with a large light gold belt so she can more freely use her Quirk.”

any more fabric would limit what her quirk can produce
and as my buddy @arr-jim-lad just pointed out to me this is probably a big reason as to why she did poorly during the tournament
she could only use what she could make from her arms since they were all required to wear their gym uniform so no one has an unfair advantage

omg also when i said it was a super common body type i didnt mean “athletic bod + big boobs”

i meant its super common for lots of teens to go from flat chested child to big boobed child so fast they have no idea what to do about it, and they can be completely unaware of the change for a while. according to her wiki she’s 15 so its not only possible but entirely probable her character is just unaware of how her hero costume looks beyond “this is the most functional outfit”

i mean if it were made only for sex appeal why would horikoshi put a book of references on the back

“The Yaoyorictionary: This equipment is made of lexicon compiling all the constructs and materials that comes to Momo’s mind. It also has magnets attached to the cover and inside pages so that it doesn’t open or fall.”

damn what a sexy book

its not mentioned much in the anime but if you look up these characters on their wiki it describes in great detail the purposes behind their costumes

its not at all just aesthetics, everything about their designs has a very unique function to greater utilize their quirks!!

((imo uraraka’s is especially interesting!! really you should check it out!!))

AND THIS IS WHY I APPRECIATE HORIKOSHI

NOTHING IS THERE FOR NOTHING

EVERYTHING HAS A GREATER MEANING AND PURPOSE AND ITS FANTASTIC 

yes he didnt have to make a teenager w large breasts w a quirk that used her skin.

but i love that he did

bc he found a way to do it and make it natural and completely unsexualized

despite what the angries on tumblr would have you believe, there is absolutely no instances of momo being sexualized over her body or outfit by anyone other than mineta, and even then most characters act like he doesnt exist (except the blessed frog and lovely jiro who usually beat him for it)

AND AS SOMEONE WHO WAS A TEEN W LARGE BOOBS WHO HAS RARELY SEEN THIS TYPE OF CHARACTER IN ANYTHING WITHOUT BEING HORRIBLY SEXUALIZED YOU BETTER BELIEVE I ADORE MOMO AND HER PRACTICALITY AND REALISTIC BEHAVIOR ♡♡♡

Damn you’ve got it bad

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: What would have happened if Peter had gone to the pool in D.C.?

Warnings: peter being ripped, a few mentions of this because why not

A/N: I know I haven’t been very active lately, so I hope this makes up for it. I am currently working on something though :)

Keep reading

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Yoojin sharing her Alice in Wonderland phone case that reminds her of us Cheshire.  ❤️

Stuck Together - Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (side Billy Denbrough/Stanley Uris)

Word Count: 4190 (it just… I don’t what happened…)

Warnings: Warnings: So there’s a bit of sadness in the middle but that’s it.

Request: Anon: Can you please do a reddie soulmate au fic? The one where it is impossible to lie to your soulmate. But like, that doesn’t come into affect until they know they’re soulmates? Okay so hear me out. Maybe you only know who your soulmate is when a matching tattoo appears after a significant moment together or something like that? You can mess with it if you’d like but just something along those lines maybe? Thank you so much!

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I decided to go with the second part of the request because while I understand what you mean I think the markings appearing after sharing a significant moment was something I could work with better and make something a bit longer. I threw some side Stenbrough in there. Hope you don’t mind.

Also I know I really downplayed Eddie’s mom’s mania over her sons well being but honestly so much wouldn’t have worked in this fic if I didn’t. Sorry that she’s a bit ooc.

Also thank you so much to @wyattghouleff for looking over the fic and coming up the name when I was struggling!

Requests OPEN

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The first one to notice that something had changed is Stan.

It was three weeks after everything that had happened. After they, hopefully, killed a clown in the bowls of Derry itself. Since Stan had almost died, since Henry Bowers “disappeared” and the town Sheriff apparently bleeding to death in his living room. It’s been three weeks since Eddie was convinced that he and all his friends were going to end up alongside the other missing children in their fucked up little town. Floating until they were nothing but rotting flesh and bone and maggots.

The thought alone made his stomach roll and his anxiety rocket right up.

More importantly, it’d been three weeks since he stood up to his mother and the tight reins that she’d constantly lead him around by had loosened.

He, Eddie Kaspbrak, was now allowed to have friends over. That being said, Stan was usually allowed over regardless, considering he was thought to be the least bad influence on Eddie in his mother’s eyes. Still, Bill had gotten to come over and stayed the night the week before and much to Eddie’s endless surprise Richie had been allowed past the front door, instead of having to resort to climbing through Eddie’s window under the veil of night.

Oh, his mother still tried to make him take his bullshit pills which he simply refused but he figured that he still carried everything else around in his fanny pack and with that she was appeased.

Right. Change. Stan.

It was three weeks later when the curly haired boy cleared his throat, back against Eddie’s bedroom wall, legs hanging off the side of his bed and a book flipped open on his lap, one that Eddie was sure Stan hadn’t actually been reading since they’d hurried up to his room.

Eddie turned his head so to look at his friend, waiting for him to continue while trying to scratch an itch stubbornly just beyond where his fingers could reach under his cast.

Stan was caught between looking at Eddie and his book. “Majestic Birds of the New England Area.”

“I uh, I think…” slowly his cheek began coloring pink near the top and his fingers reached up, fiddling with one of his curls. Eddie could tell that whatever Stann was trying to say he was nervous about. Stan only actively messed with his hair if he was nervous. “I think I have a soulmark.”

The pencil that Eddie was trying to write with dropped from his suddenly slack grip and his mouth fell open in surprise. Stan became ever redder, his legs drew up so that his knees were close to his chest and he could wrap his arms around them, bird book squashed uncomfortably between them and his chest.

“No fucking way.” Is what Eddie managed to get out after a tense moment of silence. Stan looked like he wanted to laugh and be sick at the same time, face instead settling into his neutral mask while he watched Eddie process the information he’d been given.

There was another moment of quiet when Eddie finally stood up.

“Show me.”

Hesitantly. Stan uncurled his legs and scooted to the edge of the bed, Eddie sat down beside him but Stan shuffled away so that was space between their sides. Eddie didn’t really get why at first until Stan’s hand went to the hem of his shirt, tugging up until the fabric was pulled high enough to expose the bottom of his ribs.

Right there, above where Eddie knew Stan’s “floating rib” should sit was two hands, palm to palm, fingers laced together.

“Oh shit.” Once again, not the eloquence that Eddie would have like to speak with, but really, he was all too surprised. None of the Losers, to his knowledge at least, had a soulmark. It wasn’t something that was super uncommon but definitely a rarity among younger kids not even in highschool yet.

“Yeah,” Stan replied, his voice whispery as his fingers moved to draw across the little soul tattoo on his body.

“Do you know-”

“No,” Stan said, tenser than he’d been the moment before. He dropped the end of his shirt from his hand and began to fiddle with a curl again. Eddie wanted to offer some kind of comfort for him but he just couldn’t think of what to do. “You know,” Stan continued, “you’re actually the first person I’ve told.”

They lapse into the silence again.

“Oh, uh, wow…” Eddie really didn’t know what to say to that. He looked down at his hands, clasped together on his lap and then to his cast before migrating his gaze back to still his embarrassed friend. “Why?” Because while Stan and Eddie were good friends and had been for a long time Eddie figured that the taller boy would have told Bill first.

While Eddie was thinking this Stan didn’t respond, looking like he was caught up in his own head at the moment.

Oh.

“Oh.” Eddie gets it in a sudden and almost imperceivable connection of dots. Of course, Stan wouldn’t tell Bill first. “You didn’t want to tell Bill first because if he doesn’t have one that means he’s not your soulmate right?” He asks it quietly because his walls are thin and if his ma heard him talking about this kind of thing she probably wouldn’t take too kindly to letting Stan up in Eddie’s room anymore.

Of course, same-sex soul marks are just as common as any other but this was Derry and stuff like that is kept under wraps and out of the faces of people who might not be as accepting of others. Like Eddie’s mother.

A shudder went through his body at the thought of her finding out about him and what preferences he was starting to notice about himself.

Eddie thought he heard a sniffle from his right and remembered, this isn’t about him. Stan needed him right then like how he needed him in the tunnels. Like they’ve all always needed each other.

When Eddie looked he could tell that Stan was trying to hold back frustrated tears, his hands now fisted into Eddie’s comforter on either side of his legs and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, breath shuddering out in careful bursts.

Eddie did the only thing he could think of and slung his arm around Stan’s shoulders. Eddie usually didn’t like touching people but his friend required this comfort and Eddie was able to give it to him so he did.

It was another three weeks when they’re all at the Quarry together, Eddie with bags under his eyes. So much had changed since Stan told him about his soul mark but one constant that remained was Eddie’s nightmare plagued dreams. They woke him up at all hours and refused to let him settle back down into sleep.

Visions of lepers, hundreds of them swarming to get him, of blood-soaked clowns dancing around his body, and of his friends, all white-eyed and hovering off the ground, like Bev had been.

One of the biggest changes was that apparently, the majority of The Losers Club had developed little marks like Stan’s.

Ben had been the first to reveal his mark to the group a day after Stan had done the very same with Eddie. His mark was on his shoulder, close-up like it wanted to crawl toward his collar instead. It was an orange flame. Everyone wanted to touch it, Eddie and Stan feigning awe at the little tattoo.

Bev was the last to feel the smooth patch of color and when her fingers brushed over the little flame, something completely unexpected and crazy happened.

A flame of her own bled into existence on the back of her hand, slow, like it was taking the time to bleed into every layer of her skin until it was just as vibrant as Ben’s. Soulmates.

Eddie spared a glance to Bill, knowing that he probably wasn’t taking the news all too well. The boy’s expression was sour but under it accepting of the truth, his hand up by his heart, clenching and unclenching unconsciously over the fabric of his shirt. Stan went to stand beside Billy in silent support. Eddie noted a bit of the tension he’d been holding the day before dripping away from his shoulders.

Eddie guessed when your biggest competition was someone else’s soulmate it was a bit easier to hope that your crush might just be yours.

There was some debate running around as to why the mark had taken so long to form and why at different times. All anyone really knew for sure that a shared experience was what tied soulmates together.

Unfortunately, that could mean anything and it didn’t help Eddie narrow down who Stan’s might be. He could have bumped into someone and apologized, thanked a young clerk at the grocery store, talked to a neighbor boy for the first time, killed a clown with his group of friends.

Eddie hoped for Stan’s sake it was the latter of those options because then that, at least, brought the options to three, Bill, Mike or…Richie. Eddie practically shook the twist in his stomach away. He knew that Stan and he couldn’t be soul mates, Eddie had done an extensive check of his body, no mark to be found and he figured if it was going to be a delayed thing it would have happened like Bev’s had.

A week passed from Ben’s reveal and while the group of friends was waiting by the ice cream truck Richie came tearing down the main street, hollering, swerving dangerously into a stop in front of them before practically throwing himself off his bike.

“Dudes, dudes, I got one! I got one too!” For a beat everyone was confused. Then dread began to pool in the middle of Eddie’s stomach, cold and heavy like a ball of ice. He turned to look at Stan, swallowing harshly as the curly haired boy looked back, equally terrified.

Eddie felt like he needed his inhaler.

Richie didn’t give his friends any time to really ask anything, already reaching for the top of his ratty jeans by his hip, pulling down the fabric just enough for them all to see the little design against the jutting bone.

It looked like a roll of white tape.

For some reason the chilling dread doesn’t lift from Eddie’s chest, only clenched tighter like a vice. At least he didn’t match with Stan, and out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see the boy sagging with relief as they shared the same thought.

Everyone took turns touching it and when Eddie placed the tips of his fingers to the mark it seems like maybe both he and Richie were holding their breath. It was probably just his imagination though. Nothing happened and Richie thought for a painful moment his heart might actually be breaking when he pulled away from his best friend. He swallowed down the numbing hurt and give a faint “neat,” before going back to where he’d left his and Richie’s ice cream.

Stan gave him such an understanding look that it made Eddie want to punch him. But it wasn’t his fault so he didn’t.

And now they were all at the Quarry. Eddie didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he’d been intentionally spending time away from Richie. It sucked but really, feeling like there was glass in his heart, sharp points of pain that were hard to breathe around, sucked just as much. He couldn’t avoid a group hang out though. Besides, his ma would think she was winning the battle if he stayed cooped up in the house for too long.

They were all at the water’s edge, Ben and Beverly sitting together with their legs in the water.

Eddie was sitting with Stan, watching Bill, Mike and Richie converse, something like an argument brewing over the fact that Bill apparently didn’t want to go swimming.

“Come on Bill,” Richie said loudly, drawing out the second word like some kind of child. “We came here to swim so let’s swim.”

“You gu-guys can g-g-g do it. I’m f-f-fine.” He crossed his arms over his torso. Something was fishy about the whole thing, Bill loved swimming with everyone.

“Dude, seriously? You’ve been buggy all week. Just hop in with us for a bit?” When Richie was being sincere there wasn’t much that Billy can do but give in. He was just that kind of person.

“Ugh, f-fine.” Richie didn’t bother to hold back his triumphant smirk, him and Mike already pulling off their clothes to get into the water.

Almost insecurely Billy started to draw his shirt over his head. Eddie watched the odd behavior, Stan beside him, looking off into the forest with his binoculars, scouting for birds. If Richie hadn’t turned back to Bill and shouted: “dude what the fuck?!” Eddie might not have noticed anything at first and Stan surely wouldn’t have startled and whipped around, a scowl on his face to reprimand Richie.

They were both stopped short by what was on Bill’s chest.

Even from this distance, Eddie knew what it was because he’d seen it before.

Right above where Bill’s heart would just behind his ribs was a soulmark.

Two hands, palms touching, fingers laced together.

Beside him, he could hear Stan’s binoculars dropping to the ground with a careless thunk.

Eddie could barely hear what was being said from the trio ten feet away.

“- ju-just did-didn’t think it wa-wa-was that import-t-tant.”

The crystal cold feeling wormed its way into Eddie’s chest, looping through his bones and seizing his limbs. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like that, not when Stan was probably going to break down with happiness but Eddie couldn’t help it really. In some sick way, he had been almost glad that Stan’s mark didn’t match with anyone because that meant he was feeling what Eddie was feeling, and now Eddie was alone with that feeling because Stan’s mark did match someone. It matched Bill Denbrough, basically the love and Stan’s life and Eddie, Eddie didn’t get to have that.

Eddie and Stan picked themselves up from the ground, Richie was dragging a flustered, shirtless Bill over to their small fraction of The Losers Club.

“Guys look-”

“Beep beep Richie,” Stan’s voice was surprisingly steady when he cut the other boy off and took a step forward. A hush fell over the entire group. The thick energy filling the air seemed to be reaching all of them. It was almost like with Bev and Ben when Stan looked pointedly at Bill’s mark and then into his eyes.

Bill was slack-jawed, expression open as an understanding passed between them. Stan’s partially worried expression lightened, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile, Bill’s expression did the same and it was all too much for Eddie. He couldn’t take it. He really couldn’t. Because after everything, the gray water, the leper, the fucking clown, and Richie’s unmatched mark that Eddie didn’t have, he really couldn’t handle anymore.

He stepped back from the circle that had started to form around Stan and Billy. Unfortunately, Eddie tripped over a small rock in his haste and drew the attention away from the new pair of soulmates and onto himself.

“I uh, I gotta get home,” he kept backing up as he said it, “I’m getting the cast removed tomorrow so I gotta go home and rest up so yeah.” Eddie wouldn’t say that he ran away exactly but he wasn’t slow about his retreat.

The pressure that had been building up in his chest was getting too tight and Eddie wanted to cry but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

The sound of someone coming up the trail behind him gave Eddie reason to pause. He didn’t though, just continued to trudge up toward the road so he could walk home.

“Dude! Eds, wait up!” Richie called from behind him. Eddie felt the claws in his chest sink harder, not even able to call back for the other to not call him that.

Richie’s footsteps grew louder as he raced to catch up with the other boy. Eddie didn’t want to run but the urge was there. He could not deal with this, with Richie, right now. A hand reached forward and fingers curled around Eddie’s arm, right above his cast. Richie pulled him to a stop and Eddie spun around, yanking his arm away from Richie’s grasp.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

“Eds what the hell was that back there?” Richie sounded more concerned than Eddie had been expecting. He’d been like that since the tunnels, still Richie but almost more considerate. Eddie bristled at the tone. He’d much rather have Richie trying to make a joke at his expense then whatever he was doing at the moment.

“Nothing, like I said, I need to get home,” the excuse even sounded weak to his own ears. Richie gave a single bark of sarcastic laughter and rolled his eyes.

“Right. Since when are you listening to her mom again?” Eddie wanted to retort but Richie just kept going in the way that he always did. “It this about Stan and Bill’s soul marks? Is it ‘cause they didn’t tell you or because they match each other? Is it cause you don’t have one?” Eddie felt his body tense almost automatically for as unobservant as Richie usually was, he noticed the change immediately, the effect of his words being so close to the truth. “Really Eds is that it, I mean -”

Eddie’s fingers were curled up at his sides into tight fists.

“Beep fucking beep Richie,” and surprisingly it worked.

Eddie wondered as he turned around and stormed out onto the main road toward his house, Richie left standing there, shocked still, if it was because of the harsh tone he’d used or the way his eyes were glossy with unshed tears. Maybe it was the tremble in his lip or the way his shoulders were starting to shake that made Richie stop. Eddie didn’t know and really Eddie didn’t care because he needed to get to the safety of his bedroom before he broke down. Smack in the middle of Derry is not where he’d want anyone to see him turn into a crybaby.

He made it home in record time and managed to avoid his mother on his way up the stairs.

The next day as he was loaded up into his ma’s car on the way to the hospital his eyes are rimmed harshly with red and thankfully the older women next to him didn’t say anything about how it was clearly from crying. She only went so far as to remind her son to take his allergy pill.

Both Stan and Richie had tried calling a number of times the night before. Sometime around midnight, he thought he could hear the tell-tale clacking of pebbles against his window, Richie trying to get his attention. Eddie had simply rolled, facing away from the locked window and clutched a pillow over his head, begging the nightmares to drag him into a restless sleep so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. Anything to put the day behind him.

Getting his cast off was terrifying, he had to look away when the doctor and nurse brought out the saw. He knew through extensive research that the blade was dull and moved in a way that it won’t actually touch him. He still couldn’t watch when he heard the whirring sound of the blade started up.

The process was painless, only a dull tickling sensation over his arm as the cast vibrated and subsequently split in two. The nurse went to work wiping down his arm while his doctor looked over where the break had been before even though they had already done an x-ray to confirm that all was as it should be.

It was only when his arm was turned over to inspect the underside did his nurse let out a faint and surprised “oh!”

“Oh?” Eddie questioned, his voice cracking with panic. “Oh, what?”

He was thankful that his mother wasn’t in the room with him when it was revealed what the women holding his arm had seen.

A white roll of tape on the inside of his wrist.

Eddie didn’t know if what he was feeling was the actual overpowering relief flooding his veins or that fact that he might pass out any second.

The rest of the checkup went as planned and Eddie managed to get his spinning mind under control to answer his doctor’s questions. When his ma came to collect him Eddie was waiting for the moment that the nurse or his physician would tell her about his little soul mark. Neither of them did and his mother thankfully didn’t examine his arm.

Once he was home Eddie wasted no time what so ever. Going for his slightly dusty bike, chain creaky from disuse, the boy popped back the kickstand, and against his mother’s loud and worried protests rode out of his driveway and toward Richie’s house.

As he rode Eddie wondered if Stan had felt like this when he’d seen his mark matching perfectly over Bill’s heart. It felt like a warm pulse was thrumming through his body and the only thing on his brain, playing over and over again on a loop was “Richie Tozier is my soulmate, Richie Tozier is my soulmate, Richie Tozier is my fucking soulmate…”

Richie’s house was normally a ten-minute bike ride away. Eddie made it in seven.

Without a care for his beloved mode of transportation, Eddie threw his bike down and hurried up the porch to Richie’s front door. He wasn’t surprised to see that both of the Tozier’s cars were out. They were almost never home.

Eddie knocked on the door, three times in loud succession. He heard the sound of stomping feet approaching and took the few seconds it would take Richie to open to door to feel nervous. A fluttering wave of nausea over the thought that maybe, regardless of what having a soulmate really was, Richie wouldn’t want Eddie to be his.

Once the door was swung back and Richie could take in the sight of his friend, Eddie wasn’t scared anymore. If Stan could do it then so could he.

Richie crossed his arms around his middle looking both worried and miffed simultaneously.

“Are you here to yell at me more?” He was trying to sound indifferent but Eddie new when his best friend was putting up a front.

Not saying anything Eddie held his arm out, wrist facing up toward Richie who just rose a brow in confusion at the shorter boy before glancing down and freezing, his whole body becoming statuesque as he stared, wide-eyed through coke bottle glasses at the tape (which Eddie now recognized as medical tape) soul mark on his wrist.

Richie only had time for his lips to curl into a smile and the tips of his fingers to brush over Eddie’s mark before the other was stepping forward into his space, clutching a handful of his shirt by the already stretched collar and tugging him down.

Richie was surprised enough by the sudden action that he didn’t even register for a moment that Eddie’s mouth was now on his and that they were technically kissing, or, well, Eddie was kissing him. Once he did realize Richie closed his eyes and pressed his lips back to Eddie’s chapped ones.

As first kisses went Eddie hadn’t known what he’d been expecting. Probably not the uncomfortable glasses digging into his face, or Richie’s nose pressed almost harshly against his own, nor the faint hint of Cheetos mingled between their mouths. Regardless of those little things Eddie had to admit it was kind of perfect.

He pulled away and Richie smiled at him, leaning down again to reconnect their lips.

First kisses might be perfect, Eddie thought to himself, but second, and third and fourth ones were just as good.

  • Stranger, trying to flirt with Alec: Well, since you're the hottest person in this room and-
  • Alec, drunk and happy: Oh, no, Magnus is. He's over there. *points* See? The really pretty one. He's my boyfriend. I love him so much. He's so gorgeous, I've never seen someone who looks better than him
  • Stranger, pausing: Uh...right...I'll just, I'll be going then *leaves*
  • Magnus, snickering: *walking over to Alec* She was flirting with you, darling.
  • Alec: What? No. She just made a mistake. Don't worry, I corrected her. Obviously you're the hottest person here, I mean, no one else even comes close.
  • Magnus, smiling: Have you even looked at anyone else, darling?
  • Alec, frowning: No? Why would I want to do that when I can look at you? That's a silly question, Magnus