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perfectlywrongformend3s · 4 years ago

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Will you be my Valentine?- Charlie Gillespie

A/n- Happy Late Valentine’s Day everyone. I hope you all had an amazing Valentines day. I decided to write this imagine about Charlie asking the reader to be his Valentine.

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Your POV

I was in my room listening to some y/f/s while painting my nails red, when I heard my phone ring. I carefully pushed the answer button and put the phone on speaker.

“ Hello” I said

“ Hey girl, what’s up.” I heard Madison say

I let out a little giggle before answering “ I’m not doing much really just painting my nails, what's up with you Mads.”

She then started to explain to me about her new game she just started playing. While I was listening to her talk I continued painting my nails.

“ Alright Y/n/n, has anyone asked you to be their valentine yet.” She asked me

I sighed while cleaning up after my nails dried.

“ I’m going to take that as a no. I thought Charlie would have asked you?”

I made a confused face and said...

“ Why would Charlie ask me?”

Her line went really quiet, so I grew a little concerned.

“ Mads? Are you okay?”

“ Yeah, sorry.”

“ So about that questioned I asked you Mads.”

She sighed “ Y/n/n?”

“ Yes?” I asked confused

“ I, uh got to go. bye!” She shouted

I sighed in disappointment because I was hoping she would tell me if he was planning on asking me if he was planning on asking me. I got out of my bed and headed out to my kitchen. Once I got to my kitchen I went over to my pantry to grab a quick snack. After I got my snack I headed into the living room and started watching a random show.

‘Time Skip’

I ended up waking up to hearing knocking on my door. I got up and slowly made it over to the door and found Owen on the other side. He gave me a huge smile.

“ Good evening sleeping beauty.” He said

I rolled my eyes at him, but I let him in.

“ What do you want Mr. Joyner.”

I heard him let out a small chuckle from behind me.

“ Well if you must know, I need you to get all fancy and follow me.”

I turned around to face him and opened my mouth, but Owen beat me to it.

“ No, questions. I was told to tell you and there will no further questions.”

I sighed and walked to my room to find a perfect dress to wear.

Owen’s POV

I was waiting for Y/n to hurry up getting ready so I could drive us to the second place Charlie wanted us to go to. I was in the middle of responding to a text from Jeremy when I heard something coming from Y/n’s room. I carefully walked over to her room and knocked on the door.

“ Come in” She said

I opened the door slowly. Once I walked in my jaw dropped.

“ It looked like a tornado came through your room.” I said

I felt her glaring at me “ Sorry, but any way, what seems to be the problem.”

She let out a groan and gave me a small pout. “I can’t find anything to wear!” She whined

I let out a chuckle “ Honey, sit down, let me look.”

She sighed, but did as I told her. I went over the options that she had and picked out a maroon long sleeve dress and paired it with some black heels.

“ Here change and I would curl your hair. Also do light/dark natural make up, but a dark red lipstick.”

She smiled at me and took her outfit out of my hand to change, but gave me a quick hug first.

“ Go hurry!” I chuckled while giving her a small push

‘Time Jump’

Y/n and I finally got to our next destination. I secretly texted Jeremy that we were here so he could get ready. I walked up to his apartment with Y/n behind me. I knocked on the door and heard footsteps coming up to it so I gently grabbed Y/n’s wrist and pulled her closer to the door.

“ Hey guys” Jeremy said

Your POV

I gave Jeremy a small smile before he opened his mouth again.

“ Okay, so Y/n/n I was told to give you these y/f/f and this note. You can read the note in the car because we need to make one last stop before your big surprise.”

I nodded and grabbed the flowers and note out of his hands. All three of us made our way back to Owen’s car. Once we were back on the road again I opened up my note that Jeremy gave me.

‘Dear my dearest angel,

I have the best surprise for you, but right now I hope you love your flowers. I can’t wait to see you gorgeous, you are probably blushing right now. Any way see you real soon.’

Love,

Charlie

I could still feel myself blushing and I looked up to find Jeremy recording me. I quickly covered my face and let out a groan of annoyance

“ Jeremy stop recording me!” I whined

I could hear Owen and Jeremy laughing up front, so I let out another groan which only made them laugh more.

‘Time Jump’

Both of the boys got out of the car and Owen opened the back door for me to climb out. I saw that we were at another apartment building.

“ Guys who we getting now?” I asked confused

Jeremy turned around “ Where getting Mads.”

I smiled and nodded.

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After the long elevator ride we made it to the door. Owen knocked on the door and we heard a squeal of excitement.

“ Madison!” I shouted

She hugged me in excitement. I could hear the boys chuckling at our actions. We pulled away and she said...

“ I have something for you!”

I giggled and held my hands out for her to put it in my hand. She put it in my hand and when I looked down it was a heart shaped chocolate box.

“ Thank you Mads.”

She giggled “ You’re welcome, but it was from your secret admirer.”

I smiled and Owen shouted...

“ LAST STOP!”

Before we left Mads said bye to her dad. Once we got back to the car Owen drove us all to our last stop.

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I was chilling on my phone when I felt the car stop. I looked up to find that we were at a beautiful park. I heard Madison squeal so I looked over at her.

“ You okay there?” I asked

She looked at me and said..

“ Sorry just really excited to see your reaction.”

I let out a small giggle. I was getting out of the car when I heard Madison yell out.

“ Boys record this moment please.”

I then saw both of them grab their phones out of their pockets since Mads already had hers out.

“ Okay were do I need to go.” I questioned

They all pointed to a path with roses petals and some candles. I smiled and started making my way to the path. When I got closer I saw some other cast members each holding my favorite flower. I got to Savannah first and we smiled at each other. I went through that with Booboo, Sacha, Jadah, and Tori. I felt my eyes well up with tears seeing Kenny at the very last pit stop of the path.

“ You have someone very special.” He said

He then gave me a small hug before I got to the special person.

Charlie’s POV

I was standing in my nice tux nervously waiting for Y/n/n and everyone else. I looked up when I heard footsteps getting closer. I then saw her and smiled. She was finally standing a couple inches in front of me, I could see tears in her eyes.

“ Y/n/n will you be my special Valentine this year?” I asked

She let a tear fall and nodded her head. I grabbed her and gave her a long meaningful kiss. I could hear everyone cheering. I pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. I then pulled her into a huge hug. I saw everyone either crying or trying their best not to cry. I felt something wet on my shirt.

“ Hey don’t cry beautiful.” I whispered

I heard her slowly calming down, so I pulled her away from me a little.

“ Sorry for messing up your shirt.”

I looked down to see drops of her make up mixed with her tears. I then grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

“ Don’t worry about it. Let’s just go back to mine and Owen’s apartment to cuddle.”

She smiled and nodded. Everyone then helped me pick things up so we could head back to our places.

Your POV

While heading back to the parking lot I grabbed Charlie and pecked his lips.

“ What was that for?” he questioned

I shrugged “ I just love you so much.”

He smiled and pecked my lips. “ I love you too.”

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Sorry for the late Valentine post, but hopefully is super cute. I kind of got flustered a little while writing some of it. Feel free to comment, or request.

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years ago

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i was just looking at your wips and was wondering if you do them in that order or do you do whichever you feel like doing first

Heya!

Thanks for asking!

Honestly, my posting system is chaos. Jeremy Beremy if you will.

This is more than you asked for but here is an insight 😀

I have lots of WIPs on the go at any one time, and usually I will dot around between a few projects, not knowing which I might manage to finish first, but chipping away. Sometimes, I will choose one WIP I really want to finish “next” and focus on it solely for a while. However, sometimes inspiration jumps out of nowhere, for something that was not on my radar until literally two seconds ago but now I am consumed until I finish all 21k of it, and nobody has any idea it is coming until it arrives fully formed on the dash, least of all me 😆.

I also have a ton of other WIPs in my drafts which aren’t on the list.

Sometimes things drop off of my radar for months at a time, but I still consider it an “active” WIP, because I do intend to finish it one day and it’s definitely not “abandoned”.

Sometimes I totally forget I had a half-written thing in the drafts and might rediscover it and finish it at an unexpected moment.

Somethings, I’m purposefully putting off starting until other specific things are finished, to make myself finish the other things.

Sometimes with asks/requests I’m able to answer it quickly, as my brain is in the right space to do it right away, but other times I also add those as a WIP in my drafts and it might stay there until things fall together.

I also sometimes write quick blurbs or even longer pieces in between working on the longer projects to take a break, and sometimes I never really think of those as WIPs as they just happen.

In summary, it’s really hard to predict with any accuracy what on Earth I will finish second next, most of the time. BUT, I can often say what I will finish next, if I’m working (or especially if hyperfocussing) on a specific thing (which happens a lot).

For example, this month, I am/was really keen to finish one of my TF fics, but, all my plans were completely disrupted by me falling into a pit of Moon Knight hyperfixation, so all other WIPs were paused by default until I rode that wave. (This is for fun after all, so sometimes I have to go where my brain wants to play!)

I have the list of WIPs there and genuinely hope it’s helpful as a guide, so people know roughly what type of thing is coming up for which type of characters. But, there are also often surprises!

One thing I can’t really do is put time very good time estimates on things, though there are odd exceptions.

So, unfortunately no, to answer your actual question, it’s not in order at all, because inspiration is such a fickle and meandering creature, and plot bunnies bounce around everywhere with no hope of me controlling them because they’re bunnies 🐰🥺

(And slight tangent but this is why I always emphasise I accept requests, and can always be encouraged to bump certain things up the list, but you might literally be waiting between one day and seven years for something from me, as I’m at the whim of my own brain, and in my brain time is not a linear concept! But, you should know, if I said I’m going to do something, I’ll still be still sitting there thinking “yes, that’s something I’m working on”, even if I’m still figuring out pieces in my head or waiting for that elusive inspiration to hit right. Sometimes, a 1k thing might take months and a 21k thing might happen out of nowhere, and other times it’s the opposite way around, so there’s little rhyme or reason!)

This answer was far too long, I’m sorry.

I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s chaos, pure chaos, but what I can guarantee is that I’m always writing something, and I that I will do the things. In the wrong order. Eventually. 😝 Probably… 🙈😂

🧡

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elliotlikespuke · 7 years ago

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Since I’m at 480 now, it’s time to post the next collab. This one was done with @rachthecool for one of our favourite fandoms (I actually requested a fic from her that she knocked out of the park). This is based on a scenario she came up with a while back. Anyway, have some Be More Chill!

Warnings: puke, fever, fluff

Sleepovers weren’t uncommon. Jeremy and Michael loved hanging out and playing video games til midnight, playing dorky nerd games and occasionally truth or dare. On weekends, they’d often try to pull all-nighters. They’d normally alternate which house they’d hang out in, and this time it was Michael's… which meant Jeremy was sprawled out on the couch trying desperately to get a moment’s rest while Michael was sleeping comfortably in his room. Why? Because Michael was ‘too gay to be sleeping in a bed with another guy’. Michael had jokingly warned that he might not be able to help himself.

Jeremy had felt ‘off’ all day, as he had dismissed it as. He only realized right when they started up their video game how his head was pounding with a dull and agonizing pain, his throat was burning with the need to cough, and his head was spinning dizzily. He tried to hide this while they played, ignoring the way the brightness of the screen made his stomach churn uncomfortably. He hated cancelling on Michael, especially since he had been so excited to try out a new game.

So here he was, lying weakly on the couch as he shivered violently under the thin blanket Michael had equipped him with.

If he had been asleep, Jeremy would have startled himself awake. His stomach twisted violently, anticipating vomiting. He forced it down. The last thing he needed was to be sick at Michael’s house again. The couch wasn’t as comfortable as Jeremy remembered.. The tv was still on. In the partial light, Jeremy could barely see his hand shaking violently two feet in front of him. He shivered anew, his whole body trembling with cold tremors. Reaching for another blanket, he suddenly stopped and was forced to suck in a shaky breath. Moving jostled him in an unexpected way. His throat felt cold, and his mouth was filling with saliva. His whole body was shaking.

A voice in his head. Was that real? Probably. The squip would never really go away. Jeremy started. His stomach felt cold. His whole body felt cold. Jeremy smothered a whimper in his hands. His teeth chattered.

Bathroom, he decided he needed, but he sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to make it in time. He got up anyway, shuddering violently as the sudden movement only increased the nausea to the point where he couldn’t make it another step. Fuck. He tried to move again.

His throat contracted. He did his best to force it down, swallowing against each gag. Jeremy could no longer move. He was rooted in place, trying desperately to cover his mouth with his hand, smothering the need to retch. It didn’t work. A final heave drove the contents of his stomach up his throat. He opened his mouth, powerless against himself. The sour liquid exploded into the back of his mouth. He puked all over his goddamn feet.

This wasn’t the problem, however. The problem was that he puked on Michael’s goddamn floor. All over his floor, in a sickening puddle right in front of him. He stood, petrified, staring at it in fear and self-hatred. The light of the tv weakly illuminated the room so that he had to stare at the disgusting mess he had created, which made him even more guilty. The worst part was that he wasn’t done.

He wasn’t entirely sure of what happened next, as he felt oddly disoriented and was sure he was half-delirious, but he could feel and hear the liquid splattering down onto his feet, and of course the floor again. Tears burned at his eyes, and bile burned at his throat. He was barely pulled out of his fevered state, only enough so he could stare at how weak and stupid he was being, ruining Michael’s house while they were supposed to be hanging out and having a good time.

Jeremy heaved. Panic gripped his thoughts. He couldn’t puke anymore. He couldn’t wake anyone up either. Jeremy’s legs were almost too shaky to hold himself up. The adrenaline was the only thing that kept him standing. He could hardly swallow all the saliva that was filling his mouth. He tried his best not to start crying. His stomach felt like it was doing somersaults, trying not to heave into his hand. Jeremy wanted to slump over and close his eyes.. If he convinced himself he wouldn’t puke anymore, he wouldn’t puke anymore.

Tears fell down his cheeks faster.

Those thoughts were pushed from his head by the urge to gag once again. Choking on a sob, he gave in to the nausea, and another small spurt of puke came from his mouth. Turning on a light would wake someone up. He couldn’t do that.

Jeremy’s thoughts raced, frantic to find a solution. The slick vomit was reflecting the light of the tv, and it made him sick as he moved, feeling it squish between his toes. The bathroom had things he could use, he was sure of it. He stepped gingerly to the light switch, trying not to rub the puke on his feet further into the grey carpet.

He turned on the light. It felt like a knife, driving into his temples. He grabbed onto his head, crying out. This felt like the squip.

The light grey carpet seemed to hurt his feet as he padded against it, desperate to get to the bathroom. He spat into the sink, leaning down to rinse out his mouth. His stomach felt marginally better after heaving up the contents onto the floor. His head didn’t. It pounded with new fervor, matching the racing rhythm of his heart.

He grabbed as many cleaning supplies as he could, briefly pausing to wipe off his feet. He didn’t bother checking any of the labels. Grab it all and see what there is. He carried it to the puke stain. In the light, he could see every bit of it. The orange vomit was littered with scraps of pizza. It made him sick to have to clean it up. The smell hit him next, and he crumpled to his knees.

Sobs wracked his body while he desperately scrubbed the carpet. Nothing was coming out. He ruined Michael’s house. He deliriously convinced himself that Michael would hate him for this, and that he’d never be able to come over ever again if Michael found out. He felt absolutely awful, not just physically, but with the added guilt that he had just puked everywhere and probably ruined Michael’s carpet.

“Jeremy?” Came a tired voice behind him. He knew that voice. He couldn’t not know it. He sobbed harder and turned around. “What happened?”

Michael was standing behind him, in an old Galaga t-shirt and boxers. His glasses were shoved on his face, but his eyes were squinted against the harsh light. His face painted a picture of concern.

Jeremy could do nothing but sob. He used the backs of his messy hands to wipe his face. He was screwed. Michael would probably hate him now, and he would probably stop being his friend because he was being so stupid and weak. The thought of this only made the tears multiply as they streamed uncontrollably down his face.

Michael made a noise of surprise. “Jeremy you’re covered in puke! What happened?”

“Don’t feel so good, Micah,” Jeremy rasped, and Michael looked down at the mess he had made.

He had expected Michael to start yelling at him. He had expected Michael to give him a look of disgust and throw him out of the house, or at the very least scold him, but he soon felt himself being scooped up into warm and comforting arms.

“Shh, don’t cry, Jeremy. It’s okay…” Michael looked down to the cleaning supplies, then back to Jeremy’s wide-eyed expression of pure shock. “You weren’t trying to clean it, were you?”

Jeremy nodded, trying to bury his face into Michael’s chest so he’d never have to look him in the eyes again.

Michael wrapped him up tighter, taking care not to squeeze his middle too hard lest he start something again.

“You could have woken me up, Jer,” Michael whispered to him. “I wouldn’t have been mad.”

Jeremy’s brain told him that was wrong. That Michael would have been mad, that he would have thrown him out of the house, never spoken to him again. When Jeremy tried to nod again, Michael stilled him.

“I wouldn’t have been mad then, and I’m not mad now. Shit like this happens. Do you feel any better at least?”

Jeremy considered it. The nausea had ebbed slightly, leaving him with a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach and a burning sensation all the way up to the back of his throat. But there was no longer any impending risk of vomit, so he agreed.

Michael brushed a hand to Jeremy’s cheek, tsking once again at the immense heat. “God, you’re burning up… I can’t believe you tried to clean this with a fever like that…”

Jeremy looked down guiltily, to which Michael lifted his chin up to look him in the eyes. “I’m not expecting you to clean anything. You could’ve woken me up and I could’ve cleaned it for you, and you could’ve gotten some proper rest… It’s actually not too late for that. Do you want to go lie down in my bed?”

Jeremy sniffed shakily and nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Michael smiled at him, gently returning the nod, and he started pulling him towards the stairs. Jeremy leaned into him, trying his best to move quickly for Michael.

Michael encouraged him the whole way, with small “You’re okay”s, and “careful”s. The second set of stairs was harder. Michael had to pick him up a bit, lifting him up the last few steps.

“Oh, Jerm. Just a few more steps.” Michael’s bed was colder than Jeremy expected. It was soothing against his itching, burning skin. He rolled over, shoving his flaming cheeks into one of Michael’s pillows.

“Okay,” Michael stood by the edge of his bed. “I’m just going to clean up downstairs, I’ll be right back, okay?”

Michael pressed a gentle kiss to Jeremy’s head and left the room.

Jeremy rolled over again, trying to make himself comfortable in a bed that was far too big and far too empty. Michael’s bed smelled like him, and Jeremy relished in it. He pulled a pillow to his chest, burying his nose in it. Michael couldn’t come back fast enough.

Jeremy was half asleep by the time Michael came back in, smelling like cleaning products. He felt the covers get pulled back behind him, and the bed dip as Michael got in, pushing himself towards his Jeremy.

“Are you asleep?” Michael whispered.

Jeremy groaned. Pulling Jeremy into his chest, Michael chuckled. “Goodnight.”

#sickfic #fic #bmc #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #emeto #emetophilia

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deathofathespian · 7 years ago

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Boots Masterlist

Okay, so these are all the ones that I have at the moment. If you have a bootleg that is on my request list, or just one that isn’t on this post, then please send it to me! I don’t trade so just message me and I’ll send you the link!

(note: I try my best to make sure this list updated, but some of these might get taken down without me knowing, so please don’t get your hopes up if you see one that you really want on this list)

13!

1776

25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

42nd Street (Kyle Dean Massey)

A Bed and a Chair

A Chorus Line

A Christmas Story

A Gentleman’s Guide To Love and Murder

Aida

Amelie (Pippa Soo)

American Idiot

American Psycho

An American in Paris

Anastasia

A New Brain

Avenue Q

A Very Potter Musical Trilogy

Beauty and the Beast

Bonnie & Clyde (Jeremy Jordan and Laura Osnes)

Book of Mormon OBC

Brigadoon (1966 movie)

Bright Star

Cabaret (Emma Stone)

Chess (Josh Groban, Adam Pascal, Idina Menzel, Kerry Ellis)

Chicago US Tour cast

Children of Eden

Cinderella with Carly Rae Jepsen

Dear Evan Hansen

Dogfight

Falsettos OBC

Fiddler on the Roof

Finding Neverland OBC; 2014 with Jeremy Jordan

Firebringer

Funhome

Hair

Hamilton: OBC recorded from the pit; with Javier

Heathers readthrough with Jeremy Jordan

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Holler if Ya Hear Me

If/Then OBC and Jackie Burns

In the Heights

Into the Woods

Jersey Boys (Andrew Rannells)

Jesus Christ Superstar

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat(movie)

Kiss Me Kate: BBC and London Revival

Les Miserables

The Little Mermaid

Little Shop of Horrors

Merrily We Roll Along OBC

Miss Saigon Broadway and 25th Anniversary movie

Murder Ballad

Newsies (I won’t list them all but I have a lot)

Next Thing You Know

Next to Normal

Noises Off

Oliver London 2010

Once on this Island (high school production)

Rent: 2008 Recording; version with Tveit, Hudgens, +Skylar Astin;

School of Rock

Spitfire Grill

Spring Awakening OBC

Sunday in the Park with George

The Three Musketeers

Title of Show

Waitress with Sara Bareilles

Wicked OBC; Donna Vivino+Alli Mauzey; OLC

Wonderland

Requests

Big Fish

Billy Elliot

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Fly By Night

Come From Away

Daddy Long Legs

Hello Dolly

Groundhog Day

Be More Chill

Amelie with Samantha Barks

Love Never Dies

Mamma Mia(not the movie)

Hairspray

Something Rotten

Hadestown

#bootlegs #boots #broadway #broadway bootlegs #musicals #my boots

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stephenmccull · 4 years ago

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‘Cruel’ Digital Race For Vaccines Leaves Many Seniors Behind

With millions of older Americans eligible for covid-19 vaccines and limited supplies, many continue to describe a frantic and frustrating search to secure a shot, beset by uncertainty and difficulty.

This story also ran on NPR. It can be republished for free.

The efforts to vaccinate people 65 and older have strained under the enormous demand that has overwhelmed cumbersome, inconsistent scheduling systems.

The struggle represents a shift from the first wave of vaccinations — health care workers in health care settings — which went comparatively smoothly. Now, in most places, elderly people are pitted against one another, competing on an unstable technological playing field for limited shots.

“You can’t have the vaccine distribution be a race between elderly people typing and younger people typing,” said Jeremy Novich, a clinical psychologist in New York City who has begun a group to help people navigate the technology to get appointments. “That’s not a race. That’s just cruel.”

While the demand is an encouraging sign of public trust in the vaccines, the challenges facing seniors also speak to the country’s fragmented approach, which has left many confused and enlisting family members to hunt down appointments.

“It’s just maddening,” said Bill Walsh, with AARP. “It should be a smooth pathway from signing up to getting the vaccine, and that’s just not what we’re seeing so far.”

Glitchy websites, jammed phone lines and long lines outside clinics have become commonplace as states expand who’s eligible — sometimes triggering a mad dash for shots that can sound more like trying to score a ticket for a music festival than obtaining a lifesaving vaccine.

After being inundated, some public health departments are trying to hire more staff members to handle their vaccination hotlines and specifically target seniors who may not be able to navigate a complicated online sign-up process.

“Just posting a website and urging people to go there is not a recipe for success,” said Walsh.

‘Terribly Competitive’

Like many other seniors, Colleen Brooks, 85, had trouble sorting through the myriad online resources about how to find the vaccine where she lives, on Vashon Island in the Puget Sound near Seattle.

“It was an overwhelming amount of information,” she said. “I knew it was here someplace, but it wasn’t easy to find out how to get it.”

After making calls, Brooks eventually got a tip from a friend who had spotted the vaccines being unloaded at their town pharmacy. When she dropped by her health clinic to inquire about how to sign up, it happened they were giving out shots that same day.

“That was totally serendipitous for me, but I actually personally know several seniors who just kind of gave up,” said Brooks.

Finding out how to get a vaccine appointment was more straightforward for Gerald Kahn, 76, who lives in Madison, Connecticut.

Kahn got an email notice from the state’s vaccine registration system telling him to make an appointment, but he ran into problems at the very end of the sign-up process.

“As much as I would pound my finger on the face of my iPad, it didn’t do me any good,” he said.

So Kahn did what many have and called a younger family member, who was able to help him finish signing up.

“I think there are a lot of people my age, maybe the preponderance, who can only go so far into the internet, and then we’re not only stymied but also frustrated,” he said.

When Helen Francke, 92, logged on for a vaccine at the designated time, she discovered the spots available in Washington, D.C., filled up almost instantaneously.

“It was evident that I was much too slow,” she said. “It’s terribly competitive and clearly favors those with advanced computer skills.”

The next week, Francke tried calling and going online — this time with the help of her neighbors — without success.

“If I had had to depend on the D.C. vaccination website and telephone, I’d still be anxious and unsuccessful,” said Francke, who got a shot only after finding information on a neighborhood discussion group that directed her to a hospital.

In Arizona, Karen Davis, 80, ended up on a roundabout quest through state and hospital websites with no clear sense of how to actually book an appointment.

“I kept trying to do it and kind of banged my head against the wall too many times,” she said.

Davis, a retired nurse, called her doctor and the pharmacy and then eventually turned to a younger relative, who managed to book a 5 a.m. appointment at a mass vaccination site.

“I’m sure they did not expect older people to be able to do this,” she said.

Miguel Lerma, who lives in Phoenix, said his 69-year-old mother has been unsuccessful in finding a shot.

“She’s not an English speaker and doesn’t know technology well, and that’s how everything is being done,” said Lerma, 31.

Lerma said it’s especially painful to watch his mother struggle to get the vaccine — because he lost his father to covid last year.

“She’s mourning not only for my dad, but she’s also suffering as an adult now because she depended on him for certain tasks,” Lerma said. “He would’ve handled all this.”

‘Desperate’ Seniors Look for Help

Philip Bretsky, a primary care doctor in Southern California, said his older patients would typically call him or visit a pharmacy for vaccines like the annual flu shot, rather than rely on novel online scheduling systems.

“That’s not how 85-year-olds have interacted with the health care system, so it’s a complete disconnect,” he said. “These folks are basically just investing a lot of time and not getting anything out of it.”

California’s recent decision to change its vaccination plan and open it up to those over 65 only adds to the confusion.

Bretsky said his patients are being told to call their doctor for information, but he isn’t even sure when his office, which is authorized to give the vaccines, will receive any.

“Patients in this age group want to know that they’re at least being heard or somebody is thinking about the challenges they have,” he said.

There are some local efforts to make that happen.

In the village of Los Lunas, New Mexico, public health workers held an in-person sign-up event for seniors who needed assistance or simply a device connected to the internet.

A Florida senior center recently held a vaccination registration event and a clinic specifically for people over 80 who might not have a computer.

Novich, the clinical psychologist in New York, teamed up with a few other people to create an informal help service for older adults. It began as a small endeavor, advertised through a few synagogues and his Facebook page. They’ve now helped more than 100 people get shots.

“We have a huge number of requests that are just piling up,” said Novich.

“People are really desperate and they’re also confused because nobody has actually explained to them when they are expected to get vaccinated. … It’s a big mess.”

The ongoing shortage of vaccines has led Novich to halt the service for now.

This story is part of a partnership that includes NPR and KHN.

Kaiser Health News (KHN) is a national health policy news service. It is an editorially independent program of the Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation which is not affiliated with Kaiser Permanente.

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‘Cruel’ Digital Race For Vaccines Leaves Many Seniors Behind

With millions of older Americans eligible for covid-19 vaccines and limited supplies, many continue to describe a frantic and frustrating search to secure a shot, beset by uncertainty and difficulty.