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teen and adult richie tozier but lesbian

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Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote

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Richie yanking on Eddie's hair

that's it. that's the post

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Lowkey want to,,,,,,,, write a college superhero au

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beverly: so, which one of you guys is the big spoon and which one of you guys is the little spoon?

eddie: neither.

richie: we’re chopsticks.

beverly: aww, that’s kinda cute!

eddie: actually, no, it’s not. it just means that if either one of us are separated, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing. 

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if i lay here

if i just lay here

do u think this fanfic will write itself

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Thanks to @willowthewispp for being as awesome as she is and tagging me <3 (also the ai bit written into your post? Inspired, love)

POV: you're sitting across from me at the kitchen table. You don't know where I got a quill and a stack of parchment. It's 2020 and we haven't gone out or had anything delivered in the past week, but they inexplicably appeared this morning. Even with the magical tools that somehow untangle every plot line I write, I am struggling to write a single word.

Tagging: @redraspberrycats (😘) @cakemakethme @tomjr (no one has to write the pov, it's just. Very true for me)

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if you interact with my content you are sexy now. Have a nice day <3

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richie recording eddie being all sweet on him and posting it to twitter is something i care so much about...... like it’s not that eddie isn’t affectionate with him and richie likes to tease him when he is by showing it to people, because he is always very sweet with richie, it’s that some people seem not to buy that richie and eddie are so whipped for each other because.... they’re in their forties now and not really in their prime anymore so it’s hard to believe they’re as attracted to each other as they claim to be

but!!!!! richie will record eddie doing stuff like petting his hair or brushing it for him, napping on him, whispering to him quiet “i love you”s in a half asleep stupor when he’s spooning richie and shows it to his fans because he likes being able to show how in love they are, it’s not something he ever thought he’d have 🥺🥺

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Obsessed with the idea of. Richie and Eddie being apart for weeks after they start dating (idk, tour, study abroad in a college AU or whatever else), and when they reunite, they stop existing to the outside world for days. They just can't stop talking (even though they talked 24/7 via video calls and text during those weeks) and they can't keep their hands off each other, and they get to revel on the domesticity of being able to cook breakfast together and sing along badly to the music that fills the kitchen from a Bluetooth speaker

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the girls last week in the woods:

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Sometimes, he looks at Eddie and wonders how he could ever deserve him. He wonders how it could be that after so many years and everything they’d gone through, he is the one Eddie wants to be with. Richie’s sure Eddie could be with anyone, anyone at all, yet he is here, with him, sleeping soundly in the same bed, his arm around Richie’s middle and head resting on his shoulder. He knows he owes a debt to the Universe he can never repay just for keeping Eddie safe, but now that they are together… He can’t fathom how he could possibly get so lucky. They say, there was once a sculptor, a master sculptor who fell in love with his own creation. Pygmalion, Richie thinks, was his name. Pygmalion made a statue of a woman so perfect and lifelike that he fell in love with her and begged the gods to bring her to life. Aphrodite made his wish come true and the two spent the rest of their lives together. Richie knows his mind could never have created anyone as perfect as Eddie. From his endless kindness and bravery to the way they fight over what to have for breakfast (he gives in to Eddie’s healthy eating habits almost all the time, because the man has him wrapped around his finger). From how much Eddie supports Richie in everything, listening to the routines he writes and giving valuable feedback, to how happily he laughed when Richie took him to a theme park as a surprise. Eddie’s not Richie’s ideal partner, because he’s better, so much better that it baffles Richie. He never knew love was meant to feel like this. They say, there was once a musician, a singer, whose love died, and he travelled to the Underworld and appealed to the gods to get her back. Orpheus was his name. He sang so beautifully that he was granted a trial, after which he would get her back: they could both leave, if only he did not look at her to check if she was following him back to the surface. His longing was stronger than his trust in Hades, who promised Orpheus’s love would follow, and so just as they were reaching the surface, he looked back. She disappeared with a “farewell,” and he died soon after, following her to the Underworld instead. Richie doesn’t dream of comparing any of his talents to Orpheus’s. He couldn’t sing or joke or talk his way through an Underworld. And he doesn’t know how it could be that Eddie didn’t die in the battle when it so looked like he was going to, but that only makes what they have all the more precious. They say, Achilles and Patroclus were lovers. When Patroclus was killed on the battlefield, Achilles grieved and did not allow for his burial until the ghost of Patroclus asked him to let him go to the Underworld. When Achilles died, their ashes were buried in the same urn, so they were together once again. Richie knows he isn’t good at grieving. Never have been; in life, the show must go on, after all. He doesn’t know if he’d be able to bury Eddie had things gone differently or if he’d let himself be buried under crumbling stone alongside him. But perhaps he doesn’t need to know. They say, Antinous, emperor Hadrian’s beloved, might have sacrificed himself for the emperor, to appeal to the gods to let Hadrian recover from his illness. Hadrian deified Antinous after his death and named a star after him. Richie supposes, risking one’s life for one’s loved ones is the same no matter the circumstances. An offering to the powers that be of one life for another, for it’s more bearable to suffer yourself than to see them suffer. He’s only grateful that it didn’t end in death in their particular case. He’d much rather name all the stars for Eddie while he’s alive to hear it and make him deified in love, not in death. They say, there are few happy endings in myths, and fewer still in life. And maybe it is so. But as Richie watches Eddie slowly open his eyes and smile his softest loving smile, he knows that happy endings are overrated. A morning kiss as a happy beginning is more than enough.

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Richie tries to jumpscare Eddie with his chilly hands and it doesn’t go as planned

Inspired by @arabellaturner3‘s headcanon that Richie has perpetually cold hands! As a tall person with this same problem, I can confirm he probably does ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

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By: @/KyraSheaMedleys on Twitter 

General Orders, No. 3.

The people are informed that, in accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of personal rights and rights of property, between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them, becomes that between employer and hired labor. The Freedmen are advised to remain at their present homes and work for wages. They are informed that they will not be allowed to collect at military posts; and they will not be supported in idleness either there or elsewhere.

Wanted to share this thread I saw on Twitter on here. It’s devastating how we weren’t taught this in our American History classes. 

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object permanence

It's not exactly easy to make it as two 19-year-olds who left behind everything they ever knew in their home state, but they make do. They both work part-time, as much as they can, in addition to college. Richie has started getting gigs that pay above the minimum wage — nowhere near enough to count for much, but enough so that they could afford takeout to celebrate. Eddie works part-time on campus — for now, until he can figure out a deal more closely related to his pre-med major. Richie insists his working hours are few enough to allow him to actually do his homework and sleep like a human being — and when Eddie protests that they need more savings and unexpected expenses come up all the time, Richie doesn’t quite argue — but he does pick up more gigs, no matter how little he likes them. Eddie comes to as many of those as he can and makes sure to let Richie know how loved he is. Mostly in the form of laughing a tad too much at every joke (he never fakes it, and Richie always lights up when he can make out his face in the crowd), holding his hand on the way home, and showering him with kisses when they collapse on the couch, both exhausted, but still giddy from the high-energy show earlier. They came to this point rather… subtly. Eddie was moving to New York, because NYU was the only place he managed to apply to without his mother knowing. Richie was set on California until he found out Eddie couldn't come with him there. He accepted his NYU offer, where he had applied just in case, within minutes after learning that. In response to Eddie's half-hearted protests that Richie had to choose his own future, he just shrugged and made off-hand comments that Cali would be too hot for him anyway, and he was always into the hustle-and-bustle of NYC. He didn't have to say my future is with you for Eddie to hear it. Eddie just did. And he pressed his lips to Richie's in a chaste but intense kiss that left him reeling as they both blushed. It was their first kiss, really. Until then they had been dancing around each other for years. It had been all shy glances and almosts and that sickening and exciting feeling that fills your stomach with the fact that it’s not allowed, you shouldn’t and you have to stop. Yet all those shouldn’ts melt into a sweet prickling sensation soft touch leaves behind on hands that ought not to touch so sweetly. Eddie would look at Richie whenever he thought the other wasn’t looking. At how his dark curly hair, still as unruly as ever, framed his face with a more chiseled jawline now — not the ‘conventionally handsome’ of Hollywood, but something so much closer, so much more familiar. He was never the cold unreachable standard of perfection — instead, Richie was always there, with his warm hands and obnoxious jokes and buck teeth — and maybe that was what Eddie fell in love with about him. And in turn, Richie would look at Eddie when the other laughed at his jokes in a laughter some had described as ‘shrill’ or ‘too much.’ He watched as Eddie let him get closer and closer as years went on, as he got comfortable with eating the same ice cream, then using the same water bottle, then touching for prolonged time, then sharing a milkshake, then cuddling even when Richie could feel the chub Eddie had put on because of his mother’s unhealthy eating habits — the list went on. But progressively, Eddie let him exist closer and closer, and was comfortable letting Richie in more and more. And Richie loved him for that — for letting him be in his life and make him smile and laugh, and reassure him through his not-really-asthma attacks (they hadn’t found out they were panic attacks until they got to New York and someone else witnessed Richie helping Eddie through one). They have trouble remembering sometimes. Between the two of them they can usually remember the Losers, especially when they get in contact somehow - it's harder to remember because they're further away, but they still manage to. Remembering the summer of 1958 is harder, and at one point they gave up on that. Something tells them it's better left unknown. They never forget a single thing about each other from the moment they crossed the town line, but what came before that can get blurry. Luckily, they don't often need to rehash whatever happened back then; that’s in the past. The cigarette smoke that Richie can smell on the hoodie Eddie stole from him as they cuddle on the couch on a Sunday morning is the present.

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And I! Don’t! Care! About my sleeping routine! I’ve fucked it up as it is, but we’ve got so much time to kill as the night rocks me to sleep!