I’m Gonna Say It.

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Writing Websites

1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are

2. a website that generates random au ideas

3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages

4. a website that checks your grammar

5. website that lists types of execution in the states

6. a website with info on death certificates

7. a website with info on the four manners of death

8. a website with info on the black plague

9. website with information on depression

10. a website with info on the four types of suicide

11. website that lists famous quotes

12. website with different kinds of quotes

13. a website with info on food in every country

14. a website with a list of different colors

15. website with a list of medieval jobs

16. website with a list of fabrics

17. website with a list of flowers and pictures

18. website with a list of flowers and no pictures

19. website with a list of poisonous plants

20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants

21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals

22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people

23. website with info on the international date line

24. website with a list of food allergies

25. website with a list of climates

26. website with info on allergic reactions

27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius 

28. website with info on color blindness

29. website with a list of medical equipment

30. website with a list of bugs

31. website with an alphabetic list of bugs and their scientific name

32. website with a list of eye colors

33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks

34. website with a list of religions

35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do

36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors

37. website that generates fantasy names

38. website with a list of body language

39. website with a list of disabilities

40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities

Hii :) do you have headcanons for the Bichie Instagram edit?

babe you know i do!!!

this ask is referencing this bichie edit i made a few days ago

So I’m gonna start with their bios which come from this quote that I posted a few days ago.The context is that Bill is breaking down about Georgie and Richie is (in his own way) comforting Bill. It’s sort of implied that this is the first time Bill has shared his feelings with anyone about this.

For me this sort of sets the tone that Richie is the one who can be there for Bill while Bill is there for everyone else. Like, he’s the Losers’ leader and he takes that responsibility seriously so he’s strong for them.

But sometimes he can’t be and for that he has Richie.

So ever since that conversation “you would?” “’course.” has become kind of a thing for them, like a secret code in both serious and light situations.

for example:

When Bill is feeling super frustrated by his stutter he vents to Richie about how he technically got strategies from his speech therapist but his parents won’t give him time to practice with them. “Well shit, I could practice with you Big Bill.” “You would?” “Course.”

When Richie gets it pretty bad from the Bowers gang and he’s closest to Bill’s house so he heads over for some PEACE and Bill puts bandaids on his cuts (returning the favor from when Richie bandaged up Bill’s hand in the novel). “Jesus Rich, if I c-could get my h-hands on Bowers, I’d kill him.” “Oh, you would? All sixty pounds of you Big Bill? “C-course Richie, I’d just take em out with that slingshot you’re so sure could kill someone,” they crack up laughing.

When Richie is nervously crying in Bill’s room and kinda gasping but not getting words out (Bill tries to lighten the mood with an ironic ”s-spit it out, Richie” but it doesn’t really work). Finally Richie just manages “What if sometimes i think i like boys? Not always, but sometimes.” “Then you’ll b-be my b-best friend who likes b-boys, not always but s-sometimes.” “I would?” “Course.”

When this conversation is repeated when Bill starts to think the same thing.

When they ditch the school dance because they’d rather be listening to their music anyways so they head out to the park and turn up Richie’s walkman as loud as it will go, pressing their faces together to share the headphones between them. Restless, Richie stands up during a slow song and makes a big joke of asking Bill if he would like to dance. “Yeah, okay.” “You…you would?” (eyes wide, because Richie definitely didn’t think that would actually work) “Course.”

When Richie drops Bill off after a movie night with the Losers and Bill hesitates instead of getting out of the truck because recently something is just ~different and he thinks they should talk about it. It’s Richie that finally says “Hey, Bill?” “Yeah, Rich?” “What would you think if i kissed you?” “I think I w-would like that.” “You would?” “Course.”

When a few weeks later they’re laying in the bed of the same truck out by the quarry and Bill asks “Richie, would you wanna be my b-boyfriend?” Richie laces their fingers with a smile. “Course.” and to anyone else that might seem like a not-enough answer but…you guys get it by now.

it goes like this:

waking up was one of the hardest things for me to do. at least, the most dreaded. and then you happened to me, and I most looked forward to going to sleep, because I knew I’d wake up to messages from you—because unless I had work, you were the one who always woke up before me.

and it was a little pathetic, but I’d go to work and text you all through lunch break and I would smile at my phone like all those stupid, lovesick girls in movies and my coworkers would ask, “oooooh is there a boy?” all suggestively, and I would shake my head and say, “my friend sent me a funny meme” because that’s easier than explaining that talking to you lit my chest on fire and I loved every second of it.

and you collected all these tiny details about me, and I you, which is a weird thing to live with in the aftermath. because I know you hate hot sauce and you were flower girl at your aunt’s wedding and you’ve never seen Matilda, and I used to pull those facts off the shelf and we’d laugh or reminisce or make plans, and now they just sit there and collect dust and there’s nothing I can do with them but know and know and know.

and the things you could do with everything you know about me. where do they go? do they sit inside your chest, collecting dust, too? or did you throw them out?

and now there is no one I talk to until I fall asleep and no one I wake up to, either. and if I’m smiling at my phone, it’s usually just a stupid meme that brings me momentary laughter but not the all-encompassing joy you used to bring me. and my chest is a lot less bright and a lot more empty, with the shape of you crawling around inside it.

and I keep telling myself that I will stop missing you and my life will close up around the space you used to take up. but it hasn’t yet.

this is a severus snape free zone

c: @do-i-have-tooooo and me

can not get over Miss Vanya Hargreeves having absolutely no memories and then a 15 year old in a terrible uniform pops up and is like 'hey you're my sister we're superheros the apocalypse is this week let's go' and she just,,,,accepted that lmao

How many brain cells the Hargreaves Siblings have

- Diego and Luther share one brain cell (ie: Ölga for Ölga)

- Ben has two brain cells (he is a philosopher and a scholar)

- Ben tries to share one with Klaus, but its often rejected so Klaus has none

- This typically ends with Ben having one and a half brain cells and Klaus having half of one, but then sometimes Klaus has brief moments of genius so Klaus gets two brain cells in those moments (this doesn’t happen a lot)

- Vanya has one brain cell (it’s been through a lot)

- Allison has one brain cell (this brain cell is a mother)

- Sometimes they share

- Five has the other 95 brain cells

- Grace is a perfect being she has 100 brain cells

- Reginald infortunately has a lot of brain cells but he uses them for evil

- Pogo has like 85 (he’s smart but he supports Reginald so that knocks him down a lot)

I don’t know if any of this makes sense but it does to me

i knew i was going to die when i saw you for the first time in twenty-seven years. 

your voice, first—oh, that voice—and then i turned and saw you, across the room, across the great divide—and i swallowed hard because i knew. i was going to die for you because i would always die for you. remember? all those times i ran for you, jumped off the quarry for you, drove your truck fast down the highway because you liked when i got reckless—all that stupid shit i did for you, no question (a little pushback, maybe). i would die for you, simple. and i knew when i looked to you and you looked back to me that i was going to.

but i didn’t want to. i fought it every step of the way. i could see—if i just made it through the dinner, if i just made it through the pharmacy, if i just made it through the ritual, if i just made it through the sewers—there was a life with you, waiting patiently.

i wanted to make it.

we have lived a life of should-haves. all of us—and it goes back further than that summer: we should have turned left on jackson instead of right when we were just kids and maybe we never would have found ourselves in it’s path. and i should have told you, so many times. i had every chance. i should have followed you, gone wherever you wanted, driven west in that car i saved up for and forgotten all about new york, forgotten all about anything that wasn’t you. but we never really got it right.

when the claw went through my chest, it didn’t hurt. when i said your name and my mouth filled with blood, it didn’t hurt. when you laid me against the rock and pressed your hand to my stomach, it didn’t hurt. 

but it hurt when i laughed and it hurt when you smiled that split-second smile. (that’s when i knew i would not last much longer). it hurt when your smile fell. it hurt when you walked away from me. it hurt knowing i could not get up and follow you. and it hurt knowing that when you came back to me, you would have to find me dead and i could not hold you—i would never be able to make the pain go away anymore and i would be the cause of it.

i knew i was going to die for you a long time ago. i had just forgotten for a while. i didn’t know it would be like this—i thought maybe you’d hold me a little longer, maybe i’d tell you then.

i don’t know what i said while i died. i wanted to say, i wish you wouldn’t go. i wanted to tell you i was sorry i would not keep my promise to hold on. i hope you know i wanted to. i remember the blurry and fragmented image of you, walking away after slipping your pinky from mine. most of all, i wanted to tell you that tomorrow, we should get up early and go back home to our place, how about it my love?

but the last thing i remember is you, behind me on the cliff at the quarry on a summer day, reaching out to take my hand before we jumped, your voice shouting my name. and then—

would it be a nice day tomorrow? would the sun be shining on you, the way i always liked? 

i wonder. 

note to self: just because someone did the thing you were thinking about doing, and did it way better than you could ever hope to do, doesn’t mean it would be stupid or pointless to go ahead and try to still do the thing anyway. 

Suffering from writer’s block? Why not develop your character a little bit more?