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my two favourite things, zach woods and supernatural
Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!
“See him face”
I sure fucking do see him face
Him face
Reblog him face for good luck in 2021
well that's just rude
musician maggie has me WEAK like can u imagine her giving piano lessons and one day this irate woman is knocking at her door demanding that she disinfect her piano bc her son has been begging to learn for months now. and that's how maggie meets eddie
GODDDDDD INSPIRED... I also love musician Maggie and general music nerd Went because I love the idea that 80s Richie gets a love of oldies from his parents
but yeah oh my god. What if Eddie doesn’t go to kindergarten because Sonia was too unable to let him go, so he doesn’t know Richie or the others yet? Maggie’s never seen such a determined little 5 year old with such a straight back, and even though he doesn’t have a piano at home he always practices on the workbook so diligently she takes extra delight in seeing his ever-worried expression clear up when she offers him homemade cookies after lessons before Sonia gets there.
Richie’s always either at kindergarten when Maggie gives lessons, or Went makes sure he’s out of the house for Fear of Distraction but one day he’s home sick. Maggie gets him to nap just as the doorbell rings, and she decides against telling Sonia about Richie’s sniffles, because she’s rly quite fond of Eddie and this would be his last lesson ever if Sonia knew she was sending her son to a plague house. Anyway, Maggie’s explaining what una corda and the Ped notations mean, but when Eddie realizes he’s too Small to reach the pedals his chin creases and his lip wobbles and his eyes fill up, and Maggie is alarmed!! Gives him a hug and tells him it’s fine, she doesn’t expect him to reach, he’s still growing! Her own little boy can’t reach!
As if summoned, Richie appears like a curious snotty ghost wrapped in his blanket and outright asks Eddie why he’s crying. Then he’s like, Mommy, I can help him! And that’s how Richie winds up lying at Eddie’s feet under the stool and pressing on the pedal every time Eddie gently taps him on the head with his sockfeet, and Maggie has never seen Eddie so giggly and worry-free. She gives them both cookies afterwards, and a few weeks later Richie comes hurtling home from kindergarten to tell her His Friend Eddie was there today because he begged HIS mommy to let him go and please can Eddie come over tomorrow and please please can you play the Star Wars songs on the piano for us again Mommy please
according to the internet the top song on the radio on Richie’s seventeenth birthday was A Whole New World 🤗
From Honeylamb on ao3
“From the point of comedians that I know and my own thing of hiding things through laughter. Andy and I would talk about that a little bit, you make jokes and sometimes your comedy is a nice way of putting a boundary up between you and other people, but also, a boundary within yourself of having to experience any sort of emotion or desire and things like that. And I think that’s something Richie does, where this truth bomb thing is actually usually a mask for someone who’s, I think, an idealist and a romantic.” — BILL HADER
FINN WOLFHARD and BILL HADER as RICHIE TOZIER in the IT Franchise
Imagine Richie, famous gay comedian, having a great show, the crowd loves him but he kept checking out a guy at the front and decides to shoot his shot.
R: I'm sorry everyone, I'm getting distracted by this hot guy over here. *crouches down* Hi, what's your name?
E: ... what? me?
R: Fuck yeah, you. Are you, perhaps, gay, single and ready to mingle?
Bev: YES, YES HE IS. His name is Eddie!
Eddie: man, sometimes I wonder what it's like to kiss someone...
Rich: [turns his head so quickly his glasses fly off]
in and out (1997) but make it reddie
please don’t forget me
R + E forever
the fact that im still thinking about the Clown Gays… in 2020?
Ask me if I’ve ever been in love.
Sequential thoughts; non-sequential memories.
i keep thinking abt the fic abt eddie being so well fucked that his coworkers clock it... imagining him limping into work and janice in the office next door is like so how IS your new boyfriend :)
god I know, I just read it again and I was like… full body twitching. the part where he bumps into the door on his way out of the office, fuck, @pineapplecrushface do you see this, it’s been nearly two months since you published that fic and we’re all still out here dickmatized and spreading your gospel by hushed word of mouth like ancient greek peasants sowing the seeds of myth
yeah though, Eddie’s coworkers being overly invested in his relationship with Richie is my kink frankly. It goes hand in hand with the social media angle, or having strangers hit on one or both of them, it kind of…. cements their relationship as existing outside of their little bubble. there’s an element of exhibitionism to it I guess, which Richie probably loves and Eddie learns to love when he realizes he can simultaneously make everyone see Richie’s as great as he is in Eddie’s opinion, and also stake his claim lmao. “Yes, you all like him now with his special and his sport coats, but where were you in 1992 when he had jawline acne and a middle part? Did you like him then? Because I did.”
that being said I don’t think Eddie would concede an inch when it comes to why he’s limping. I went horseback riding, Janice, through gritted teeth.
when? you were fine when you left the office yesterday.
last night.
in Manhattan? where?
Central Park. I… I stole one of those… buggy-ride horses. Eddie realizes belatedly that he’s just making more problems for himself, especially when he looks over at Janice’s monitor to see Richie’s Instagram page open to last night’s date night photo. Timestamped nowhere near Central Park, fucking Richie and his fucking geolocation, Jesus Christ his ass hurts too much for this
Okay can I just tell you, Eddie’s coworkers are like my favorite people. I’ve written so many posts about this but I need to write more, because Eddie’s coworkers are so, so grateful he’s getting excellent dick. Even before they know it’s Richie, they want to throw this man a party.
Because like, imagine you work with Eddie Kaspbrak, risk analyst and budding aneurysm in motion. It’s not like Eddie is super forthcoming about his private life, but they’ve met Myra at social functions and whenever they gossiped about Eddie (all the time) they were like “Oh yeah, no, that explains literally everything about him, or maybe everything about him explains that marriage. Either way, this tracks.” And then all of a sudden Eddie, who hasn’t taken a personal day ever, takes off in the middle of a work day, comes back with a janky scar on his face that everyone’s afraid to ask about, is even meaner for like three months, and then!
Then one day he’s like…relaxed. Not just relaxed. He looks down at his phone and smiles at one point and everyone knows that kind of smile. That is the smile of a dude who’s remembering that he got fucked within an inch of his life by whoever sent him that text.
The office is so, so quiet. Nobody wants to move. Eddie is just sitting there in his office. He said hi to Janice. Janice did not cry but it was close. They’re all thinking it and nobody is saying it aloud because they abide by workplace regulations, until Chad is finally like “Guys, he got laid right? Right?” and they’re all like “Chad, jfc, be quiet, you’re on your third warning from HR, but yes, obviously.”
And Eddie does not come into work with visible hickeys, or looking anything less than absolutely polished, but he calms down enough that they stop calling him Ivan (the Terrible) and every few weeks he’s just…really relaxed. He buys Dave a coffee. Dave doesn’t drink coffee but that’s cool, he drinks it anyway because he’s afraid not to.
One day, however, he comes in with what is clearly a rug burn on his cheek. After two hours of staring, Janice finally clears her throat and says “Did you hurt yourself?” and Eddie blinks and turns bright red.
“Uh,” he says. “I tripped.”
Janice opens her mouth to ask what happened, but his phone is lighting up and he answers it, glaring.
“Yes,” he hisses. “I tripped and landed on the floor very, very hard, and it won’t happen again.”
He waves Janice out of his office, but not before she hears the man on the other end of the phone laugh and say “I offered to move to the bed and you said no, so don’t blame me because you have literal fuck face,” and Eddie stares at Janice and Janice stares at Eddie and Eddie stares at Janice and Janice backs out of the office very, very slowly, already texting everyone but Chad.
I’m working on this long ass comic based on my fic “1000 nights”.
These are just the first 8 pages of the first chapter. I’m going to die.
thinking about what a nightmare eddie and richie getting queer eyed would be
do you remember that episode with the gay guy who wore only polos who wanted to come out to his stepmom and was shockingly ripped under said polos? eddie kaspbrak
trying to get eddie to do anything is like trying to bathe a feral cat. they’re like “can we talk about your wardrobe?” and he’s like. it’s fine. what is wrong with it. has anyone seen how my husband dresses. anyone at all.
karamo: tell me about -
eddie: yeah my mom abused me and gave me placebo pills and i forgot my childhood because of trauma and almost died
karamo:
karamo: you know. you’re shockingly well adjusted, then
ok i can’t decide what scenario would be funnier, because either:
a) this is a ‘normal people’ au where richie isn’t famous, and bev nominates richie for queer eye, and richie finds out and nominates eddie in retaliation. they end up on a couple’s episode. richie is having the time of his life. eddie is seconds from biting someone.
or
b) eddie being like “my husband -” and richie hearing and wandering into the room like “did i hear my name? my darling??” and eddie’s like, dude, i thought you wanted to stay off camera? and all the queer eye guys are like. i’m. i’m sorry. is that richie tozier
the queer eye guys watching famously aggressively heterosexual c-list comedian richie tozier kiss this weird uptight businessman full on the mouth:
@hyruling: #tan finds prada shoes in eddies closet along with his 18 identical polos and has a stroke
@honeyreynolds: #meanwhile jonathan asks richie what product he uses in his hair #and richie’s like soap #and jonathan leaves the country
@idiotictozier LKASJDLKFJSLKSJF
hmm favourite post-chapter two headcanon?
i love every single iteration of richie and eddie becoming roommates, and eddie just having a fucking manic breakdown being like. i can do anything. i’m invincible. i’m going to eat every food. i’m gonna snort peanut dust. i’m gonna throw my cell phone down the garbage disposal. fuck you. you can’t stop me
oh also i mentioned this in my fic, sort of, but i love the concept of mike making friends with everyone as he travels and starting to collect all of their stories and becoming a prominent nonfiction writer / journalist