this is why i love stephen king

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King
Story Time

Hi guys! To apologize for the lack of prompts tonight (they’ll be back tomorrow, as text posts for the time being!) I will share with you a story about why I make a face every time someone mentions Stephen King.

First off, I love Stephen King. I think he’s a stand up guy. Great at what he does. He also happens to spend his winters in my home town. Now, my town has many wonderful features, one of which is an abundance of Panera Bread restaurants. My favorite one is right next to a bookstore. Prime space. The most popular of the towns Paneras. I spent most of high school sitting in this Panera writing and eating breadbowls filled with mac and cheese (off menu but they WILL do it if you ask nice). As all of us who frequent establishments where it is acceptable to eat drink and work will know, you develop a fondness for certain seats. Sit in it enough, and you come to think of it as Your Seat. I’ll admit that more than once I have waited for someone to leave My Seat at this Panera before opening word and getting to work. The crushing disappointment when you realize someone is in Your Seat is a distinct emotion. Even more distinct when the person sitting in Your Writing Seat is Stephen King.
Listen, I’m not a petty person. But every time I walk in to that cafe and see Stephen King in My Seat, I want to kick something. It does not happen often. But when it does I ask, why Stephen? Of all the seats? Are you thinking about your next novel over that cup of coffee? Are you taking extra long because you needed a break after finishing up your latest bestseller? YOU DO NOT HAVE THE MONOPOLY ON GOOD WRITING SEATS STEPHEN.
Sometimes I daydream about asking him to move. I’m not home a lot these days, but if I ever see him in that Panera again, we will discover if I have enough gall to tell Stephen King to switch tables, so I can work on my writing.

tellthenight  asked:

deancas #23 please :)

Okie dokie, here goes.  

“Just Once”

“Hey.”

Dean didn’t register that the softly spoken word was meant for him until it was repeated, this time accompanied by a touch on his arm.  In a hurry to make it to class, he didn’t slow down but only turned his head.  And blinked in surprise at the sight of a strange kid peering at him from behind thick glasses that made his blue eyes look huge and owl-like.  

He slowed to a stop.  “Yeah?”

“You dropped this.”  The boy held out a red notebook with Dean’s doodles all over the cover.

“Oh.  Thanks.”

The boy’s smile was mostly in his eyes.  He nodded and then turned away to disappear among the other students rushing to class.  

At lunch Dean catches sight of the boy again, sitting at a table by himself on the far side of the cafeteria.  He’s absently crunching through a green apple while his eyes devour the contents of the book he has open on the table next to his lunch tray.  Something about the sight makes Dean smile.  What a dork.

An elbow in the side pulls his attention away from the strange kid with the big blue eyes and the wild hair, and he turns to see why Gordon is jabbing him.  “What?” he grumbles.

“You know him?” Gordon jerks his chin in the boy’s direction.

“No.  Do you?”  

“Yeah, he’s in my history class.  Only been here one day and he’s already a fuckin’ teacher’s pet.” The look Gordon casts at the new boy is venomous.  

“Huh.” Dean isn’t quite sure what Gordon’s problem is with that.  Sammy is super smart too, and Gordon gets pissy with him too.  “So what’s his name?”

“I dunno, something weird.  I figured you knew him,” Gordon says.  “Saw you talking to him this morning.”

Dean shrugs.  “It was just once.”

“I’ll bet that was boring as hell,” Gordon sneers.  He’s still glaring at the new kid.

When Dean’s dad had moved their family to this town Gordon was the first person that Dean made friends with.  Being the new kid sucks, and Dean had been grateful to be noticed by someone cool who was willing to introduce him to new people and hang out with him outside of school.  But whatever it is that he saw in Dean to like, he doesn’t see in many people, and most of the time he’s kind of a dick.  Looking back, Dean’s pretty sure he would have gotten the same treatment as well if he hadn’t made the baseball team.  Gordon’s clique is comprised completely of jocks.

He’d probably be completely disgusted with Dean’s collection of books if he knew Dean had them.  He thinks all the books at Dean’s house are Sam’s, and Dean hasn’t said anything to make him think otherwise.

Dean looks over at the new kid, and wonders what he’s reading.  And without giving it much more thought than that, he gets up and weaves through the tables in the kid’s direction, ignoring Gordon’s calls behind him.  He sits down across from the boy, who looks up in surprise.  His wide eyes look comically big behind his glasses. 

“Hey.”  Dean holds his hand out across the table.  “I’m Dean.”

“Castiel,” the boy responds quietly.  He takes Dean’s hand and shakes it firmly.

“What are you reading?”

Castiel glances down at his book.  “The Stand.”

Dean leans forward.  “Dude, I love Stephen King.”

Castiel smiles, and Dean settles in for some nerdy book talk.

***

“I don’t know why you’re pissed at me, Cas.” Dean flinches under Castiel’s glare.

“Of course you don’t,” Castiel snaps.  He turns back to his laptop, and starts pounding furiously at the keys.  Dean has no idea how he can work on his damn thesis now, but Castiel was always kinda creepy about his ability to concentrate on his work.

Dean, on the other hand, hasn’t been able to focus on anything for days.  He’s probably going to have to grovel to Charlie for help on their shared classes because he sure as hell hasn’t gotten any studying done since the frat party that changed literally everything about his life.  

“Come on, Cas.  I said I was sorry.”

Castiel’s shoulders tighten and his fingers go still, but he doesn’t turn around.  “Dean, you kissed me.”

“I know, but I was drunk and I was out of line and it was just once!  Why can’t you forgive me for that?”

The legs of Castiel’s chair squeal against the floor as he shoves it back and surges to his feet.  He stalks toward Dean, who backs up several steps in the face of Castiel’s rage.  They’ve been best friends since highschool, and roommates for most of college, and he’s never seen Castiel this mad before.  

When Castiel’s hands come up from his sides Dean flinches, expecting actual violence.  Instead, Castiel grabs his face, which is far more startling.

“I don’t want just once, Dean,” Castiel growls.  “I want more.  Hundreds more.  Thousands more.  But for you, it was just a drunk joke.  And that’s why I’m angry, you asshole.”

Dean stares down into blue eyes that no longer look cartoonish behind thick glasses.  He misses those glasses sometimes, because they were a shield between Dean and the knowledge that Castiel’s eyes are really fucking pretty.

“Cas,” Dean breathes.  “I’ll kiss you as much as you want.  I just… didn’t think you’d…”

Castiel’s expression softens.  “For someone so smart, sometimes you’re really dumb.”  

And then he’s kissing Dean.  And Dean is really fucking glad that he didn’t screw things up after all.

***

“Oh god, what am I doing?” Dean moans at his reflection.  He struggles with his bow tie, but the fucking thing will not stay straight.

Strong hands brush his away, and Castiel tugs Dean’s bow tie until he turns to face him.  His blue eyes sparkle with happiness as he fixes Dean’s tie with deft fingers.  “You’re getting married today.”  

“Yeah, and it’s about damn time,” Dean mutters.  “But why am I doing it like this?”  He gestures at his tuxedo.

Castiel grins and chucks Dean under the chin.  “Because you love me.”

“No I don’t,” Dean objects.  He turns to give himself a critical look in the mirror.  “I fucking love you.  Get it right.”

Castiel laughs, and the sound instantly eases some of Dean’s nerves.  Assured that his tie is straight, Dean turns to his fiance with a grin and pulls him into his arms.  He’s really glad that even though Castiel talked him into having a big wedding instead of running off to Vegas, that he at least didn’t try to talk him into that bullshit tradition of not seeing each other on the day of the wedding.  Dean would be a nervous wreck if he couldn’t see Castiel as much as he wants before the ceremony.

“I fucking love you too,” Castiel says softly.  “And I appreciate you’re doing this for me.”

“Yeah, you better be,” Dean grumbles, but it’s all show and they both know it.  “We could be married already and have our asses parked at a blackjack table already if you’d listened to me.”

Castiel pokes him in the side.  “Come on, Dean, that’s no fun.  How often do you get to marry the love of your life?”

Dean can’t resist Castiel’s smiling lips, so he doesn’t try.  He leans in and kisses him thoroughly enough that they’re both gasping for breath when he pulls away.  He runs the pad of his thumb over Castiel’s flushed cheek, and let’s all the love he feels show in his smile.  “Just once.”


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Broadway Casting I Need To See (feat. mostly newsies)

Ben Fankhauser in “Waitress.” He’s obviously not old enough to play Cal, and I don’t think he’d be a good Earl, but holy shit, his Dr. Pomatter would be so good and his Ogie would be adorable. Like, vocally he’s more of a Pomatter but I’m kind of dying imagining him singing “I Love You Like A Table.”

A revival of “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” starring Brandon Uranowitz, only because I need to hear him sing the line “I look handsome, I look smart/I am a walking work of art” mainly because he is.

A revival of “Little Shop” with Stephen Michael Langton as Seymour, because he wants to do it.

If Ben Platt and Will Roland ever have to leave “Dear Evan Hansen,” I would love to see Nick Barasch replace Ben because holy crap, what a voice, and I would love to see Zachary Sayle replace Will because I need Swearing Crutchie in my life.

Jeff Heimbrock apparently booked “Book of Mormon” on Broadway as per Melissa Steadman Hart’s tweet, but I want to see him as King George in “Hamilton.”

A revival of “13: The Musical” with Anthony Rosenthal, because why the hell not.

I don’t know where Jacob Kemp and Mike Ryan would go, but I need them on Broadway or off-Broadway. I could POSSIBLY see Mike as Rod in “Avenue Q,” but I don’t know if he has puppet experience. There are a lot of roles that I think Jacob would be good at, but he’s too young to play them outside a setting where everyone is too young to play those roles. I don’t know if that makes sense. Like, it would be like me playing Ruth in a Broadway revival of “Pirates of Penzance.” I played that role in eighth grade, but it was with a bunch of middle schoolers and they weren’t casting middle-aged women. I had Ruth’s vocal range and a big motherly-looking bosom, so I got the part, but I’m just in the beginning of my thirties, so I wouldn’t be considered for that role on Broadway because Ruth is supposed to be forty-something-but-look-older and I look 24. Jacob is almost 29, but his last two big roles were a 16 year old (Davey) and a 22 year old (Randy in “Why Him”). I’m sure he’d be a PHENOMENAL Bobby in a “Company” revival (and he apparently did play Bobby at Stagedoor), but Bobby is 35 and a director would probably go with someone who has actually BEEN 35. I actually think he would have been a DELIGHTFUL Mendel in “Falsettos” but he’s too young and far too tall, and Brandon was JUST. SO. GOOD.

Like, maybe Jacob would be a good Link in a “Hairspray” revival, but I have a feeling they’d say he was too ethnic-looking. Personally, I think he’d be amazing.

Ooh, maybe Jacob and Ben in a revival of “Blood Brothers.”

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King
Stephen King’s “A Good Marriage” is a terrific novella because it asks: “How well can you ever truly know a person?”

Why King is such a great writer: He doesn’t weasel out in the end. He’s not ambiguous.

He simply says: “No, you can’t truly know them.”

You know what goes on in your head. But you sure as fuck don’t know what goes on in anyone’s else’s.  Even if you love them madly.

Why I think it’s one of the best things King has written.

It points out something about human nature and privacy. 

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King

incandescent-creativity  asked:

I LOVE that you're a Stephen king reader, and seeing as you've mentioned him in quite a few asks lately I gotta ask - favorite book and why? Or if you can't choose, just pick one you really enjoyed XD

Hi, thanks! I started reading his books when I was 12, fell in love, and since then I’ve read the vast majority of them.

*SPOILER ALERTS AHEAD!!* : The Shining, Christine, It, and Pet Semetary.

My hands-down favorite by King is definitely The Shining. The symbolism is fantastic – I’ve read it four times and each time I find a new layer of meaning in King’s symbols and themes; my copy of The Shining is written in and highlighted and sticky-noted all over – and I love the characters. Danny is such a strong character at such a young age, which I love, and Jack isn’t your typical antagonist – he’s so conflicted, and I love how at the end his love for his son wins (which makes sense, considering King identifies as a romantic).

My second favorite has to be Christine (which I’ve read twice). I love the atmosphere of it – something about high schoolers in the 80s always gets me – and again, I love that Arnie is so conflicted (because technically, by the end of the novel, he isn’t even Arnie). Also, the plot is fantastic – subtle, but not too slow, a gradual descent into panic. The characters all get themselves caught in a web, and have to try to thrash their way out.

My third favorite is probably a tie between It (which I’ve also read twice) and Pet Semetary (which I’ve read only once). I love It because it has such a great cast of characters, and I also love how Stephen King tells the story of the past and the present at the same time – I also loveloveLOVE Henry Bowers’s slow descent into madness, and how perfectly King shows his degeneration into insanity. As for Pet Semetary, the last part of the book is pretty dreary, but for some reason Gage is King’s clearest supernatural antagonist for me – usually King’s monsters don’t scare me much, because I was raised on them (I actually watched Stephen King movies with my parents as early as when I was six), but Gage in his resurrected form just comes through loud and clear for me, especially when he’s stabbing his mother and screaming something about “ALL I WANT!” (I don’t remember exactly what he can do “all he wants”, but I specifically remember that line).

Thanks so much for the question! Sorry I wrote you an essay – honestly, I could write this length of post about The Shining alone. I could talk about this kind of thing for days.

anonymous asked:

You have written a lot about gukvory's story but so little to the other fics. Why is that so, may I ask?

oh, that’s bc I am such a fan of her haha. but no, seriously, I adore her to pieces and she’s one of my all time favourite writers, along with some pretty badass ones like franz kafka, herman hesse, charlotte brontë and ray bradbury! (also stephen king, I love you! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚)

and I had so much to say to her series attts that I just couldn’t stop myself and then it all blurted out and…voilà - a very long comment appeared ^^

@gukvory YOU ROCK  *:・゚✧╰(✧∇✧╰) 

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King

“ i love reading reviews for my books online because it’s usually a bunch of kids and pre-teens talking about how it was enjoyable, or even relatable. But then there’s always — always — some old dude complaining. compares it to stephen king or something and talks about how literature is dying. like buddy, why are you the kids section ? stay away from the children, please. ”

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nickname: a friend recently called me gnatalie. that was cool

zodiac: sagittarius. i did my full chart recently but i don’t remember anything else on it 

height: like 5′10? 5′11? i don’t remember

last thing i googled: “don’t be fucking rude”

favorite artists: i don’t know many by name but i really love mark rothko’s work. there’s a person on here i followed recently idk what name they go by but their url is mushbuh i really adore their stuff 

song stuck in my head: 


last movie i watched: watched an indian movie last night based on a stephen king book with @mikudad it was literally just called Horror Story 

wearing right now: clothes

why i chose my url: i like fruit

what my last relationship taught: that no one will ever care nearly as much as i do and that some people will just be content to emotionally use you 

any other blogs?: nah

spiritual: not in the slightest

favorite color: pinks and blacks

hours of sleep: idk like 7 - 9 lately

lucky number: 6

favorite characters: none come to mind

dream job: something that makes people happy and isn’t too stressful 

i tag uhhhh @merriweatherpostpaviliontshirt @tickwid @internetromance @curseworm @nintendoesnt @mikudad

Bookstore Boy// Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by kju-ne

Pairing: Joshua x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: @dance-shadow said:

OMG i just love all your scenarios hahahaha can you do one with joshua? maybe about… the seventeen reader is reading and joshua comes and starts talking about books or something and end up reading together? Thank you for all the things you write!

Author’s Note: THIS.IS.SO.CUTE. I SAW IT AND I LITERALLY BEGAN WRITING IT RIGHT AWAY. I hope you enjoy it love!

xoxo Sara


You enjoyed days like these, where you were surrounded by things you loved the most; books.

You had made it a habit of coming to the bookstore by your house since the day you were little. The atmosphere of the store was always nice and mellow, the people who worked there were super nice and they knew you by name, and the sight of the hundreds of books that were in the store made your heart jump. You would often come and take a book from the self, either a random book that had been recommended to you or a book a part of a series you were reading, and you would sit down for a little and read it before buying it and leaving.

The book store had been sort of your second home, some place where you came for peace and refuge from the outside world.

You walked in one day, a hot chocolate cradled in between your glove covered hands, wandering to the spot behind the shelves where there were lounge chairs and tables set down for people to read at. You had loved coming back there, as no one really noticed the small space, which meant it was always vacant.

But today, there was a boy there.

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Let me tell you the story of how I was *incorrectly* named

Long ago in the 1970s, my father got to New York from Puerto Rico. Now, my father spoke not a word of English and was learning the basic phonetics of the English language to be able to survive in the world. One important thing to know is that for some fucked up reason, the last generation of hispanics *love* scary movies (don’t ask me why). Anyways, my father fell in love with Stephen Kings work and wanted a son named after him. The thing is, my father didn’t know that “ph” doesn’t always say “f,” so he didn’t know his name is actually Stephen (Steven) King. He then proceeded to name me (My mother and him made a deal that she can name the girls and he can name the boys). Lo and behold, I’m born and he says what he wants my name to be. It was then too late when he found out how to pronounce his name as Steven, not Stefen. And that’s the story of how my name is wrong.

anonymous asked:

im a girl, im 5'7 and on the thinner side with long brown hair and green eyes. my favorite thing is makeup, it makes me feel really confident :) i also love art and music. i used to sing quiet a bit but i do less now, and i love playing the piano! i also love reading, my favorite author is Stephen King!

i ship you with: Noodle!


Why

~ Your makeup skills leave her speechless, she loves watching you work on your makeup in the morning

~ Noodle loves showing you some of her old records since you two bond heavily over music

~ She would ask you to sing with her so she could hear your beautiful voice


Headcannons!

~ Writing songs with Noodle at 3am

~ Doing Noodle’s makeup for big award shows

~ Going to old pawn shops and picking out records for each other