i will never ever forget them

“LITTLE BY LITTLE.”

Pairings: Eddie Kaspbrak x reader, Eddie Kaspbrak x female reader.

Genre: UTTER FLUFF

Word Count: 729

Requested: Yes

Warnings: slut shaming, essentially, Mrs K being a bit of a cow?? (No surprise though, lmao)

A/N: Keep sending requests! I love them! And also thank you for 100 followers!❤️

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“Your mother just does not like me, Eddie! There is no she ever will! She’s heard all of the rumours about me and she will never be able to forget them. Even if they’re not true, she is still going to hold them against me!”

Y/N knew this to be true. The first day she had met Mrs K, Y/N was forced to leave the Kaspbrak residence as Mrs K didn’t want someone ‘so dirty and impure’ around her son.

~

“Mom, this is Y/N! Isn’t she gorgeous!” Eddie boasted with glee to his mother. He really wanted her to give her approval of Y/N and her relationship with Eddie, however she gave the complete opposite.

“Y/N… as in Y/N L/N?” She asked angling her head and narrowing her eyes as she leered in Y/N’s direction.

“Yep!” Eddie said with a cheery smile on his face. Oh if he only knew how the next few minutes would pan out.

“Oh, no, Eddie. Sweetie, you can’t hang out with her. I’m sorry but I think you need to leave, Y/N.”

Eddies face fell as well as his jaw. He was surprised it didn’t fall off.

“W-what do you mean, Mom?”

“You know what I mean, Eddie-bear. Y/N, I’ve heard all about you and what you’ve done with that Bowers boy. I don’t want you near my son. You are a dirty and impure girl and I will not have you poisoning my little Eddie. Please leave.”

And so she did. That didn’t stop Y/N and Eddie from hanging out. But there was something always bothering Eds. He really wanted his Mom to like Y/N and would do anything for the two to get along well.

~

“Well, Y/N, we’ll just have to make her like you! Yes! We’ll do it slowly! Little by little! And she will like you, how could she not!”

The only reason Y/N agreed to try was because, well, she loved Eddie and wanted to help get him out of his funk.

~

Over the next couple of weeks, Eddie and Y/N did everything they could to get Mrs K to warm up to the idea of her son and Y/N dating.

They had tidied up the house, cut the grass, bought fresh flowers, cooked them all tea and today, they were baking cakes!

“C'mon, Eddie, we have to focus! Your mum will be home in thirty minutes! We need to put the cakes in now!” Y/N told her distracted boyfriend.

And with that, Eddie needed no more reminders. He put his oven glove on and picked up the tray, placing it in the oven and setting the timer.

Deep down, they were both beginning to think she would never like the girl Eddie treasured so deeply, but neither were willing to admit it. Hopefully, this would be the cherry on top of the very persistent cake.

~

“Eddie dear, I’m Home!” Mrs K shouted lovingly as she entered the house.

“Did you finish your- Oh, you’re here.” She said after seeing Y/N sitting in her kitchen alongside her son.

If Mrs K were telling the truth, she’d admit she quite liked Y/N, but due to her initial reaction, she couldn’t change her opinion because that would mean she was wrong. That was something she didn’t think she could admit.

“Look, mom! We made you cakes! It was Y/N’s idea!”

Truth be told, it wasn’t, but Eddie would’ve said anything to his Mom if it meant she’d warm up to his girlfriend.

“What kin-”

“Chocolate! Eddie said it was your favourite!” Y/N said taking the cake tier up to his, stubborn, mother.

Mrs K took one off and took a bite as Y/N and Eds stood anxiously.

“What do you think, Mom?”

“They’re delicious.” She reluctantly admitted.

“No, I mean of Y/N, Mom. Seeing as we tidied the house, cut the grass, bought flowers for the new vase, made tea the other week and now, made you chocolate cakes!” Eddie rambled on, secretly hoping Y/N or his mother would cut him off. “Isn’t she lovely?” He pressed.

Mrs K allowed a small smile to spread across her face, “Yes, I suppose she is.”

Eddie and Y/N had earned her approval, little by little.

I wish social skills wouldn’t be the “ultimate” skills in this society designed by and for NTs. I often feel like, whatever I’m doing and no matter how hard I’m trying to improve, it’s never enough.

We’re smart, we’re clever, we have varieties of special interests and a knowledge about them that no Neurotypical could ever dream about.

Our focus can be so intense that we might literally lose ourselves in our job and forget to eat, drink or whatever.

We know that we’re not welcome in this society, so we’re always trying our best to prove them wrong.

Why does it matter so much that, let’s say, I might say “Hello” in a wrong tone or not smile enough ? Why does it matter when I’m basically the Science Computer pro in my office and I’m able to do stuff that no one else can accomplish ?

We all have so much to offer and it’s a shame that NTs don’t realize it. They’re getting stuck on trivial stuff and they’re missing the parts that matter the most, how amazing we can be and how our difference are providing them with a unique point of view.

Anyway, I’m ending this post by saying that we, autistic people, EVERY autistic people, we’re all pretty cool and we’re definitely underrated. We deserve so much better than what we’re getting actually…

anyone ever think about the fact that asra never believed he could ever love someone romantically and have a steady relationship with them. then the apprentice comes into his life and slowly, he realizes he loves them. as afraid as he is of this feeling, and as much as he wants to hide from them, he wants to be with them more.

then the apprentice forgets. and that includes him and everything they had. and asra realizes why he had been so against falling in love.

tbh ill never forget what bighit did to jin. even if he does get the recognition we all know he rightfully deserves, i can’t. i can never forget how they ignored, isolated, discouraged, and restricted him from unveiling his true personality. i can never forget how they pushed him so far back in line ups that some armies didn’t even know he existed until they saw bts’ interviews. i can never forget how they called him a “visual” and yet gave him only two seconds of screen time, i can never forget how their excuse for jin’s lack of lines was that his voice was suited for korean ballad tracks and yet gave him the least amount of lines in bts’ slow & ballad songs, i can never forget how bighit released house of cards, a song for the vocal line, giving jin, a vocalist, one line to sing over and over again throughout the 3:46 duration of the song, i can never forget that jin, living in a culture where age is so significant, had to beg yoongi (edit: my usage of the word ‘beg’ was a bit too harsh for the nature of what happened so i apologize if it sounds misleading but either way, jin had to ask yoongi to GIVE HIM lines), someone who is younger than him, to give him lines in ‘dead leaves’ since he already knew he would get the least, i will never forget how jin was so surprised when he was approached to sing the ost because his confidence in his ability was so limited that he thought jungkook would be approached instead of him, i will never forget how jin was forgotten on the ‘comeback home’ header because he was so underappreciated, that the designer didn’t even remember he was in the group, i will never forget how the verses jin wrote for awake were rejected 20 times before it was used in the actual song, i will never forget how jin fucking cried while singing ‘awake’ at almost every show because of how much he knew (or thought) that he wasn’t equal with the members & yet in spite of it tried his best every single day just for them, i will never forget that jin’s vocals exceeded what bighit cared to show us to the point where when ‘awake’ was released, our hearts, mind, soul, & body were fucking astonished, blessed, & amazed by kim seokjin, the man at the back who can fucking sing but is constantly overshadowed. i will never, ever, ever forget how jin, who was excited for his graduation, wasn’t able to even go to his college graduation when jungkook was able to go to his, i will never, ever, ever forget no matter what how bighit treated kim seokjin & his talent. & i swear, the day kim seokjin gets the recognition & the lines he deserves, bighit will be ever sorry that they restricted fucking kim seokjin from being who he is. in bts’ next comeback, kim seokjin is getting fucking lines. i don’t care what we have to do armies & jin stans, we’re getting him lines no matter what. can we please trend the hangul hashtags that translate into #GiveJinMoreLines during a certain time in August?

This post was triggered by something that @roachpatrol​ said over here about the expectation for girls to be sweet and clean and harmless:

Holy shit, if I was eight years younger and wandering into fandom for the first time, I can guarantee that the culture right now would’ve fucked me up and ground me down and taken away all my healthy outlets.

Picture: you are a girl at the tender young age of mumbledyteen. Up until this point you have been taught that all dark thoughts are literally hand-delivered into your head by the devil, and that the only correct method of dealing with negativity is to ignore them and pray harder. Concentrate on what is good and righteous and pure to the exclusion of all else, this is how you be a good person.

You are also a fully-functioning human being, one who can feel stressed or lonely or angry or any number of bad things. Mostly, with emotions that are still working themselves out, you feel this rumbling, white-hot white noise under everything, all the time. Sometimes it rolls in like a thunderstorm and everything else gets drowned out, and sometimes it’s only quietly muttering in the distance. Either way it’s always there, and the sound shreds uncomfortably at the inside of your brain.

When you were younger, before you were in charge of your own media consumption, your brain would shred up a myriad of saccharine stories to try and match the noise of the shredder in your head. Bad things happening, people getting hurt, characters trapped in unhealthy relationships of all kinds.

Fanfiction, the product of a hundred thousand other mumbledyteens whose brains are all screaming the same way, makes something in your brain go ping

Unfortunately, if the planet had ever been united on any single message, it was probably that no matter how you feel: 1) your feelings weren’t unique 2) they didn’t matter 3) they didn’t matter because they weren’t unique, they were shared among millions of hysterical, worthless teenaged girls just like you.

Fandom was confirmation of the first, but (with some hiccups along the way) outright rejection of the last two. Fuck you, our feelings do matter, and this is a story just for us.

A disclaimer: these aren’t good stories, otherwise they wouldn’t have to be defended. Their flavor of topic is not within societally acceptable bounds. Fictional characters have sex and get tortured and raped and abused, but their screaming harmonizes with the pitch of the shredder when it’s burrowing deepest.


As a teenager I never thought that my feelings were important enough to deal with, but these stories let me look at them sideways. Audience catharsis is the whole point of tragedy, after all.

And hell, these days I’m a happy, healthy adult who barely even has the urge to go looking for whump fic when I’ve had a bad week. I’m not going to forget just how much bad stuff that fic helped me air out, though, not ever. (Not to mention that thanks to all of those abuse!fics, I can recognize an unhealthy relationship at 500 paces, even if the fictional abuse was depicted as something loving and romantic. Abusers in real life don’t go around with helpful warning tags on their sleeves anyway.)

But holy shit, can you imagine if I’d found fandom as it is today.

Yes, your church is right, your family is right. Horrible things in stories are only there because they were written by horrible people, and they’re only popular because horrible people read them. The very concepts they address corrupt everything they touch.

That shredder in your head, the one that takes innocent cartoons but then shits out sadness and mayhem? That’s disgusting, you’re disgusting. How dare you think about minors having underaged sex, you minor? How dare you consider another person getting hurt? Your feelings don’t matter, they aren’t unique, they’re shared with all kinds of worthless shitbags just like you.

Every ounce of what you read and write and enjoy is going to be weighed for sin and tested for purity. You know, just like the rest of your life, except this time there’s no deity who’s handing out second chances.

Maybe that’s what bothers me most about all of this. It’s the same petty fandom bullshit as always, but “you’re wrong for liking a ship because IT WILL NEVER BE CANON” is a hell of a lot easier to laugh off when you’re young than “you’re wrong for liking a ship because YOU’RE AN ABUSIVE PEDOPHILE AND IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR PERPETUATING IT.”

My fault, my bad thoughts, no outlet for any of them. The message to repress all the bad things so I can look like a good person, but my brain is so full of unprocessed shit that it’s solidified. Nobody actually saved any real children, but my brain sure is getting a second dose of fucked-up.

Are the people getting attacked going to be okay, will they be able to go and address their braingremlins somewhere else? I’d also ask if the people doing the attacking are okay, with all of the denial and repression they must deal with, but it seems like they’ve got venting pretty well handled by taking it out on strangers. 

Hey, c’mon, calm down friends. I bet I’ve read a story that’s got a character screaming at just the same pitch you are.

It helps to read one of those and harmonize your voices, I promise.

There was a older man with a woman at our bakery today and after I packed up some buns, pretzels etc for him he looked at the woman (his guest who also wanted some baked goods) and started speaking Spanish. I got the few things the woman wanted, turned around and just answered her in Spanish when she asked her friend how much it would cost; I swear to god I will never forget how happy she looked at me in this exact moment. My colleague and the woman both were like “wtf you speak Spanish” and I explained that I learned it in school. We chatted for a bit and the woman then said that now she doesn’t need her friend to come with her everytime she needs something. So if anyone ever asks me why languages are important - that’s why. You can help others, you can build bridges, but most importantly: you can make a person’s day by talking to them and trying your best.

Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You promised.”
“Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.”
“Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?”
“I’m allowed to be obsessed with you, I’m your husband/wife.”
“You should quit your job. You know I can take care of you.”
“Don’t go in today. Stay in bed with me.”
“Mine, mine, mine…”
“No. You can’t go out tonight.”
“I don’t care if you’re just friends. I don’t want you seeing them again.”
“Do I have to lock you up, darling?”
“You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’ve been fair to you so far, haven’t I?”
“You’ve been such a good wife/husband so far. Don’t get silly ideas now.”
“I called your work and told them you quit. Now you’ll never have to leave~”
“Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You’re late. Tell me what you were doing.”
“You had better not be lying to me, darling…”
“If I find out you’re cheating on me, I’ll kill him/her.”
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I still can’t believe how perfect you are.”
“I worship you.”
“No one else is allowed to see you like this.”
“This sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.”
“ I’m going to hunt down the person that was your first…so that they know you’re mine now.”
“I want people to see the marks I leave on you. So they know you’re taken.”
“You belong to me and no one else.”

Dear you

Hi…it’s me I know you don’t care to listen to anything I have to say but I have so many things on my mind, so many questions.

Could we just rewind our time together and pause at the exact moment where we went wrong. or where I went wrong?

I can’t sleep without thinking, what did I do so wrong to make you hate me or love me less? What happened to us against the world? now it’s you against me..

Please tell me why you can’t stand to hear my name or treat it like it  is a forbidden word in your secret language in which I thought I understood but these days it has become questionable.

Do you remember the promise we made to one another? the one about never leaving each other behind? well I guess that was nothing more than a phrase to you which had no meaning to you but did you know it meant everything to me?

I cried every single day helplessly begging for you to just reach out to me or throw me a life jacket but instead you abandon me and left to drown because I couldn’t keep myself afloat.

Call me naïve but I really believed you were on my side, call me pathetic for thinking you truly loved me. call me whatever you want but just know despite the bitterness you were the sweetest love I ever knew.

Hey….I know you remember me because you told me you will never forget me but I hope you remember me as the only one who loved every part of you even though you tore me apart and left me with emptiness in my heart and soul.

One last thing please love the next person the way you couldn’t love me, you at least owe them that.

sincerely
me

—  Tenari Ioapo Excerpt from a book I may write.

i still remember the way your skin felt against mine; soft but still rough. remember how my pale skin was the perfect contrast to your tanned one.
i remember the way you used to lightly trace my face with your fingertips, never applying to much pressure as if you were too scared of hurting me.
i remember how soft your hair felt and how it  annoyed you when i constantly ran my fingers through it, even if you had just styled it.
i remember your voice, still. it was deep and smooth, always calming me when i was feeling anxious or sad. it is, to this day, my favourite sound.
i remember the colour of your eyes and how it still resembles my favourite chocolate. remember, how i got lost in them the first time i ever spoke to you, and how it changed my outlook on brown eyes that i always found boring and not the least special.

i wonder for how much longer i will remember all these little things.
i wonder when skin will become just skin again,
when your touch will become just one of many i’ve felt in my life.
wonder, when the softness of your hair will be long forgotten,
when your voice will turn into just another sound,
and your brown eyes will resemble just another pair of boring, brown eyes.
i wonder if i’ll ever forget and if i do, just know that it was not on purpose. if i could keep remembering them accurately for the rest of my life, then i would.

—  e.s. // all the little things about you that i wish i could remember forever.

Matt said yes guys, what a surprise, wow.


HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF TECHIENICIAN!
(Oldest post is here, and here’s the first content for the ship. I don’t know who picked the name “Techienician”, please tell me if you know! I’d love to credit them here :D).

And there I was again. That night that I got to see you after a long time and you looked at me like you used to, with those eyes I fell in love with. How could I ever forget them? So, when I remembered that look I also remembered how it was loving you, and suddenly I fell in love with you all over again. I promised to myself that I was never going to think of you again. I didn’t keep my promise after all.
—  lydiaasl 
GOT7 Introduction Post

ALRIGHT. You requested, I have written! In honor of the upcoming THOT7 comeback - may our souls be stolen and wallets be emptied.

Member by Member introduction, from oldest to youngest.


Mark Tuan, stage name: Mark. ‘93 line, rapper. Also in charge of acrobatics / fly boy stunts. From LA, USA. Quiet, very intelligent. ISTJ personality. The only one who can pull the hyung card on Jaebum and BOY, WHEN HE DOES. Sometimes pegged as the ‘bad boy’ but lol. Mark’s laugh cures evil and creates butterflies. Deep ass rap, will make you shake in your boots. I know you want me, so stop fronting.

Originally posted by marksonislovely


Im Jaebum, stage name: JB. ‘94 line, vocal and leader. Korean. Also writes / releases music under Def (used to be Def Soul, soundcloud here). A tsundere hoe, to quote myself. INFJ personality. Very intelligent, typically takes a more subdued role in the group but DAMN, MEMEBUM. Don’t let the rude exterior fool you, Jaebum is a straight up meme. There are hours of footage on Youtube to prove it. Owns like, a billion cats and they all sleep in his room. OG cat is Nora. 

Originally posted by marksmami


Jackson Wang, stage name: Jackson. (Chinese name, Wang Jia Er). From Hong Kong, China. ‘94 line, rapper. ENFJ personality. Was a nationally ranked / world class fencer until he was 17. Convinced his parents to let him audition for JYP, moved to Korea and followed his dreams of music. Speaks English, Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese and Shanghainese. Jackson is pure sunshine in addition to being the most extra variety star in existence. Will do a forward flip every chance he can. Is a gigantic mama’s boy. Would never hurt a fly.

Originally posted by vulcanide


Park Jinyoung, stage name: Jinyoung (IF YOU CALL HIM JR OR JUNIOR, HE WILL FITE U). ‘94 line, vocal and dancer. ISFJ personality. Korean. Before debuting as part of GOT7, debuted in a duo with Jaebum called JJ Project. Tied with Jaebum for first place at 2009 JYP auditions. Has melodious, beautiful falsetto. Is an actor, appeared in multiple web dramas and was the young main for Legend of the Blue Sea, in addition to the lead in the independent film, Nunbal. Writes fucking bops. Is basically good at everything, the boy to bring home to your parents. Also the man who may take over the world. Idk. I’m not biased.

Originally posted by park9495


Choi Youngjae, stage name: Youngjae. ‘96 line, main vocal. ISFJ personality. Korean. Only trained for 7 months before debut, POWERHOUSE vocal. Composes under the name of Ars. Often compared to an otter bc SMILEY and ADORABLE and just actual sunshine. Anyone who hurts Youngjae answers to Jaebum. Hates cucumbers. Co-owns a puppy named Coco with Mark. Constantly damaging Jackson’s hearing with his yelling.

Originally posted by jypnior


Bambam, stage name: Bambam. ‘97 line, rapper. ESTJ personality. From Thailand, trained with JYP for three and a half years. Legal Thai name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul but is rarely used except in legal circumstances. Bambam is his name lol. ANYWAYS. Bambam has rapidly switched from adorable maknae line to fly-ass fashion mogul. Loves memes, all things pop culture and fashion. Speaks Thai, Korean and English. Loves to interact with fans, especially through Twitter. Constantly calling fans girlfriends at fanmeets, WILL DAB WHENEVER HE WANTS TO DAB.

Originally posted by jeonjuly


Kim Yugyeom, stage name: Yugyeom. ‘97 line, singer and main dancer. INFP personality. Korean. Maknae. Main dancer in GOT7, performed twice on Hit the Stage and won first place the second time. Like Bambam, has transformed from adorable maknae to champion of sexy dance. Yugyeom is coming for us all. Is quiet and sweet but also loves to troll hyung line. Specifically Jinyoung and Jaebum. Is the biggest JJ Project fan in the world. One day, Jinyoung might actually kill him. 

Originally posted by magiccastles

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I loved her,” he said,
“I think a part of me always will love her. She made me feel alive and after 19 years on this planet I finally felt like someone understood me, I don’t believe in soul mates much but I do believe that I was meant to meet her. But months passed and she tried so hard to make me a better person because lord knows I didn’t treat her half as good as I should’ve. I loved her but I struggled to show it, I struggled to let anyone in enough for them to know me because I was too damn afraid of letting someone fuck me up even more than I already am. So instead I had to let her go and my god I won’t ever forget the look on her face or how much her eyes glistened from the tears she was trying to hold back when I told her I was leaving.
But I had to let her go because I knew what was best for her, and it wasn’t me.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

It’s something he was planning on saying all night but had been trying to hold in simultaneously. Now he says it, like breeze.

“Stay here tonight.”

Castiel turns around and looks at him. Dean thought he’d never see him again, but he’s back. Alive and real and Cas. Dean feels like he’s been constantly out of breath ever since Cas returned that morning, suddenly on the doorstep of Dean’s motel room.

Dean can’t quite seem to settle, unable to keep his eyes from Castiel. One moment, and he could fade.

“Why?” Castiel asks, curious more so than confused.

“Because,” Dean manages, “…because you’ve been gone, alright? You were dead, and we…. I thought we would never see you again. And I-” Dean’s voice falters. He walks over to Castiel and stands in front of him, his eyes gliding over his face. Every inch of him is real, solid, not like the dreams he’d been having. 

Sam and Dean had been getting separate rooms ever since Dean was awake for hours every night and just paced around the room aimlessly. When Dean slept, he’d been having dreams of Castiel being alive and he’d wake up and realize it wasn’t real. He’d rather not sleep than go through that every single night. But this, he wasn’t going to let this be a dream as well.

“Take off your coat, come on.” When Cas just frowns again, Dean does it himself. He slides the beige coat from Castiel’s shoulders and drapes it over the back of a chair.

“Dean, I’m fine with sleeping in the other motel room.”

“I’m not.” Dean rasps. “Please, Cas, don’t go.” Having Castiel around is worth sharing his emotions for. “Not again.”

Cas looks down. He looks different without his trench coat, more human. Maybe he is, in fact, a little more human. Castiel said he isn’t sure, and it’s how he’s been acting all day. Insecure. Dean can feel it whenever he looks at him, and that’s also what scares him.

“I’m sorry.” Castiel looks up to him. “I tried so hard, Dean, I tried so hard to live. For you, for Sam. I tried to stay with you and I failed.  I didn’t come back with a win for you.”

“Cas-” Dean grabs his shoulder, solid and real and warm. He looks in Castiel’s blue eyes and realizes how much he’d actually missed him. “Listen.” He begins unsteadily. “You coming back is a win for us, you hear me? You being here is enough.” Dean’s hand slides from Cas’ shoulder. “It’s all I wanted. And that’s why I want you to stay here tonight.”

“I don’t think I’m following.”

“Come on, Cas! What if you leave tonight and I come into your room tomorrow and you’re gone? What if something happens and you- you are gone for good? What if you die? What if- what if I can’t…” Dean curls his fingers into a fist. “What if I can’t let you go again?”

There’s something in Castiel’s eyes that change. It’s surprise, mostly, surprise and confusion and something Dean only recognizes from very few people in his life.

“The last thing I want is to leave another time,” Cas says. “And I- I understand now.”

Dean nods, suddenly empty where words should be, and swallows.

“Then stay. Come on, bed’s big enough.”

As Dean undresses in the darkness, with Castiel on the other side of the bed, Castiel suddenly speaks.

“Dean?”

Dean turns around, with his shirt almost off but still hanging on his neck and arm. He can’t see Cas’ face, but he can hear his breathing.   

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

BTS holding 2 days concert at KYOCERA DOME in JAPAN with capacity: 36,477 only 4 years after debuting they finally made it!

The same boys who used to ask people to come see them for free in the streets had today (171014) their FIRST EVER DOME CONCERT in Japan. Just some years ago. no, just some months ago this seemed so far of a dream. And this dream just like many this year became a glorious reality. All the travails and arduous work are paying off. Little by little BTS made huge, steady steps every time. When so many tried to drag them down, ARMY was there to push them up and when life tried to pull us down with their voices and smiles they pulled us up. True love. True artists. True LEGENDS! 

It (non-spoiler) Pros & Cons

***PROS***

- The effects are top notch.  There wasn’t one scene where I thought “……well that was a choice.”

- All of these kids are ACTING.  Where did they get these children?  I want to see everything all of them have ever been in, especially the chunky one and the girl.

- The shitty parts of the story were cut (book readers know what I’m talmbout)

- Splendidly paced.  I didn’t even realize the film was so long until after I’d left.

***CONS***

- A little disappointed in the reliance on jump scares.  I expected a little more tone and unease throughout.

- I have literally never cared about this story, and I always forget I don’t care about it until I try to read or watch it again.  If you’ve ever watched or tried to watch (or tried to read) It in the past, this probably won’t change your mind, so save your coin for Netflix.

- I’m serious.  I hate the plot so much and halfway through the movie I was still like “I just don’t care.  I’m only sitting here for the performances.”

My parents are the best fucking parents I have ever known. My dad is great. I wish I was a fucking sociopath so I didn’t have any remorse, but I do. This is going to tear them apart. They will never forget it. There is nothing you guys could have done to prevent any of this. There is nothing that anyone could have done to prevent this. No one is to blame except me and Vodka. Our actions are a two man war against everyone else.
—  Eric Harris, The Basement Tapes
internet friend!tom headcanons

for my girls over at spiderjizz, especially ruby who came up with this and let me steal the idea for this, larb you rubs!
tags: @grant-valdes-holland @sunrisehunny @spideyboys @lil-spidey @peterletmebeanavengerparker @captainswriting @quacksoff @spideryr00s @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @ladysnowren @spideyyparker @rooyeun @focused-on-holland @toms-spidey

  • okay so to start you had no idea it was tom to begin with
    • his username was “marvels-biggest-fanboyxx”
    • and he obviously didn’t go by tom but by his middle name stanley instead
    • there was never really a tip-off that it was tom
  • you just knew whoever was behind this screen made some badass edits
    • seriously they were some of the best gif edits you had seen
  • you also knew he posted some photos and videos of tom that no one had really seen before
    • “where’d you get that picture of tom? i’ve never seen it before?”
    • “oh i got it from a friend.”
    • “i’ve never seen that video before, where’d you find it?”
    • “i had to search through a lot of youtube videos”
  • anyways, you messaged whoever this stanley was because he seemed cool and you were really just looking for friends
  • you would have been building this friendship for months
    • he had basically become your best friend on this website
    • you send “stanley” pictures of tom all. the. time.
    • “snslsnsos did you see tom’s hair in his latest ig story like stab me in the fAcE”
    • “ahahahahah yeah same”
    • “tom had such a nice ass i wonder what it feels like”
    • and tom is laughing at this, thinking “real nice. it feels real nice.”
    • but you just get “i bet it feels really nice” in response
  • aside from him being your best friend, you don’t know much about him personally
  • and you totally respect his privacy about that
  • and one day “stanley” finally asks if you wanted to skype
  • and you of course jump at the opportunity because you had become so close to each other
    • you told him practically everything
    • he told you everything he could without giving away the fact that he was actually tom
  • you swap skype users and very soon after you call him
  • and you’re sitting there waiting for it to connect and wondering why the hell you’re so nervous about this
    • he’s one of your best friends for crying out loud
  • anyways it connects and you don’t see his face instead you see Tessa
  • at first you’re thinking “stanley what the hell”
  • and then it clicks like “wait a minute, i know that dog” and your eyes widen and the only thought in your brain is “no way, this must be a joke”
  • tom them pops onto the screen, holding tessa all “hello darling!”
    • mainly because he knows how much you love it when he says that
    • and you definitely ranted to him about how badly you wanted him to call you that
  • you just kind of sit there somewhat in shock going on and on about how “this is a joke. this is seriously a joke. there is no way i am on a skype call with tom holland”
  • and tom just laughs and says “it’s not a joke, darling, it’s actually me”
  • and you’re feeling so flustered and slightly embarrassed because you had basically talked about him all the time to him
  • lots and lots of blushing from you
    • tom finds it completely adorable
  • after your first initial call you guys become skype buddies
    • you’d try to call nearly everyday when you could
    • it took you ages for you to stop blushing at the SIGHT of him
  • it took a while for you to be calm around him and not blush every time he looked at you
    • tom found this absolutely adorable
  • you soon realize you don’t really have much to talk about
  • mainly because all you did was talk about him with him
  • so you talk about spider-man and all the other avengers because he’s such a marvel nerd
  • you take quizzes online to see who’s better and smarter with their avengers trivia
    • there’s lots of teasing afterwards from the winning party
  • after a while, tom gives you his phone number which is a huge step for him
  • just so he can call you and have late night calls over the phone
    • you always want to talk but you don’t want your phone bill to be absolutely insane
    • “tom i really wanna talk but my phONE BILL”
    • “pfft i’ll pay for it now please just stay on the phone with me, i wanna talk to you”
  • you guys fall asleep on the phone quite frequently because neither of you want to hang up
  • okay and hear me on this
  • tom would definitely be the type to surprise you by paying a visit to your hometown
  • and not telling you a single thing about it
  • he just sits and waits for you to figure it out
  • you’d be sitting at home in your pajamas having only woken up a few hours ago
  • and tom would skype you while he’s walking around your city/town
  • and you’re just casually talking until “hey wait a second I KNOW THAT THE CAFE”
  • he just laughs at you and probably winks
  • you’re in a slight bit of denial and don’t think twice about it before running out on the streets in your pajamas
    • which typically consist of spandex shorts and a hoodie most nights
    • it didn’t matter if it was two miles away you ran the whole entire way there
  • and your first real life meeting you run into him, knocking him backwards because you had been running so fast
  • you just stand there in front of him in your pajamas, red in the face and out of breath with your hands on your knees
    • “i just ran…two miles…to see if you…were actually here”
    • he laughs because there’s his adorable girl in front of him in her pjs who ran into town just to see him
    • he feel pretty flattered
  • it’s a little awkward though
    • he goes for a hug and you go for a handshake
    • you both kind of awkwardly laugh and switch the roles
    • more awkward laughing ensues because we’re good friends but we’ve never actually met in person before oH nO
    • but he just pulls you into a tight hug and your cheeks flush and you realize that he smells really good
  • tom offers to talk you out to breakfast in your pajamas
    • it’s pretty adorable to say the least
    • he definitely makes a comment about them
    • “by the way i love the outfit darling”
    • you just sit there pretty mortified
    • “alaodjsosnSHUT UP TOM”
  • and after he takes you to breakfast he begs you to show him around
    • “please y/n i really wanna see where you grew up”
    • “tom”
    • “please please please”
    • “tom i’m iN mY pAJAMaS”
    • “i don’t care, cmon please”
    • “!!!no i’m at least going back home to get actual pants”
  • and toms pretty confused and he’s like “what am i supposed to do then?”
  • “you come with me doofus”
  • he’s pretty shook because he actually gets to see where you live
    • even if it is for two seconds while you change
  • you get to your house and go to change completely forgetting about the old baby, school, and family photos hanging on the walls
  • he’s completely enthralled by them all
    • “aw y/n look at you! you’re so cute and tiny”
    • “jsksl thOMAS NO STOP”
  • you’re completely mortified because all of  those are the worst photos of your entire existence
  • and when you actually change you have to physically drag him out of the house
    • “aw but i wanted to see more pictures”
    • “you can see more later”
    • that’s a lie you don’t ever want him seeing old pictures of you again
  • the whole time you’re showing him around he never stops smiling
  • because you’re actually glowing when you explain things and tell him your different childhood stories
  • and then you suddenly remember that time you talked about how nice his ass is
    • you just stop in the middle of the sidewalk and tom’s looking at you so confused
    • “oH mY GOD IM SORRY ABOUT THAT ASS COMMENT I MADE BEFORE”
    • he just sits there and laughs at you
    • “it’s okay love i promise”
    • you’re still mortified by it
  • so!! much!! blushing!!
    • not just from you but from him too
  • overall you spend the entire day together creating so many new memories and inside jokes
    • you take lots of silly pictures together
    • and of each other
  • you’re pretty bummed when he has to leave to go back home
    • “do you have to leave?”
    • “unfortunately love”
    • “i’ll miss you this was fun, next time warn me though”
    • and he laughs and nods and promises he will
  • “i’m serious though i’m really going to miss you”
  • “i know darling i’ll miss you too”
  • and wow i need tom as my internet friend right now