I'm Now Up To Date With The IWTV Show And I Just Want To Say How Excited I Am For Daniel Molloy. I Was

(1) "It's just..." Bev says, her expression wheedling as she holds up the tape measure-- Eddie feels a chill of pure dread run down his spine, because he knows, he knows he hasn't got it in his heart to refuse Bev anything. It would be hard to refuse any of his friends anything, really, but Bev is the sister he never had, they understand each other on a level the others just don't, and he won't say no to this. "I think your measurements are the same as one of my models."

(2) It's menswear. How bad could it be? It's something for a magazine shoot, so maybe it'll be a little more high fashion than the stuff she actually sells for people to wear, but he likes her stuff. Back when he couldn't remember her, or Derry, he'd bought a tie from her spring collection, it's still his favorite tie. He used to wear it for important days at work-- more recently, he's worn it out to dinner with Richie. Saying yes doesn't seem too scary.

(3) Bev takes his measurements and lets out a triumphant whoop when he proves just right-- she's made one round of alterations already and wants to know if she needs to change anything else. She starts him out in a suit. It fits like a dream, and it's a little more... well, 'fashion', than anything Eddie could see himself picking out, but not in a crazy way. Just... too high-end for work. He likes it, though. It's the sort of thing he thinks he'd get married in, if...

(4) There are two pairs of jeans he has to try-- he asks Bev what the odds are of his getting a pair when the casual line drops, because his ass looks fantastic, and she laughs and tells him he can get the pair he's wearing back after the shoot, since any pair he bought wouldn't be pre-tailored. The jeans for Eddie, she jokes, can be Richie's Christmas present. There's a sweater, and a jacket he also likes, a little bit edgy, but maybe New Eddie is a little edgy, too.

(5) And then, she has him try the mesh shirt, with the tighter jeans, the edgy leather jacket, and a mesh shirt doesn't make Eddie think 'fall'-- and it's definitely too edgy even for New Eddie, who dates boys and is back in school for a career he cares about and gives so many fewer fucks what people think than Old Eddie, but he kind of likes getting to play pretend for a little bit. He's not self-conscious like he thought he'd be, not with Bev.

(6) The black mesh softens the look of his scars, though they're visible. The shirt's collar, cuffs, and placket are satin, and he likes the way it all feels, even if there's nowhere on earth he would wear it, and very few people he would wear it in front of. It's when Eddie is just taking off the jacket that the second person he would wear it in front of walks in, Richie's jaw dropping as he takes Eddie in. Black denim, black mesh, half-shrugged out of black leather...

(7) "Wow." Richie takes a halting step forward, and then another, reaches out until his hand just hovers at Eddie's side. He moves over him as if there's a forcefield keeping him just an inch from touching Eddie's chest, his ribcage, his abdomen. "Wow. You look... wow. Can I touch, or will I be killed for crimes against fashion because I wrinkled something? Wow, you... you should get a shirt like this, honestly."

(8) "You can touch." Bev laughs, helping Eddie out of the jacket and hanging it up in its garment bag. "Just don't tear it off him. And don't try to have sex with him while he's wearing any of this, I know you're tempted. Actually, be very careful with that, it's going to be in a magazine shoot this week. And tell me what you think of those jeans, because those are coming back to Eddie after the shoot. You like?"

(9) "Yeah." Richie's voice is soft and shaky, his hands finally landing on Eddie, warm through the mesh. His thumbs rub gentle arcs over Eddie's ribcage, before his hands slide down to rest at his waist, before he leans in for a kiss. It's warm and slow, and Richie is just a little breathless when he pulls away to give Eddie another look-over. "Yeah, I like all of it. Babe, why aren't you modeling for real? I refuse to believe the real model looks better than this."

(10/10) "I'm not modeling this look for anyone else but you." Eddie scoffs. And he knows they'd understand, that if Bev asked her friends to do some kind of concept shoot instead of using real models, he wouldn't be in this, but it isn't really important now. What matters is that he had fun, that he got to play pretend with one of his best friends and be a model for an afternoon. What matters is that Richie thinks he looks good, scars and all. What matters is, New Eddie is happy, edgy or not.

I love the idea that since Reddie reunited and finally got together, Eddie can't help being all over Richie.. which includes wanting to join the mile high club and of course Richie caves, "you're killing me, Eds"

Imagine Eddie going to his first house party and his friends trying to loosen him up with drinks, next minute he threw up on some hot guy and he's mortified, but weirdly enough the guy is like "hey man, it's okay, it's not everyday a cute guy throws up on you haha, but seriously can you help me with this?? But also give me your number?"

This is just screaming for the next moment they see each other, Richie asks "Hey Eds, had any good chucks lately?"

Judge me for only now watching the walking dead series, but I just finished Season 8 and now I'm starving for the regan ship guyssss. Where are youuuuu?

It was a dangerous idea, without getting spoilers onwards, but Ive read fics all the way up to the date season 9 started sooo

THERE ISNT ENOUGH ABO FICS? IM SURPRISED. I need someone to write where Alpha!Negan says "you're telling me your leader is an omega?? Well that's just badass as shit!"

BUT ALSO IN GENERAL, I'm gonna need you guys to write more Regan in general please and thank you (I could not write the amount of Negan-sayings that aren't just dick talk every 5 mins), I KNOW ITS BEEN YEARS BUT LIKE.... That'd be swell.

PAIRING: more about Shiv and Tom, pre-impending-divorce with a tomgreg lean

SUMMARY:

“I've been thinking, I think I'd like to sleep with …” he paused, “Greg.”

He prepared for scepticism, a fundamental objection riddled with snarkiness, but what he got instead was Shiv bringing her iPad back up into her lap to her virtual planner and asking, expectantly, “when?”

Inspired by THIS conversation here between Jesse Armstrong and Lucy Prebble.

literally biggest tomgreg proof is just shots Like This of them talking in profile. like so much of succession’s dialogue is based around this idea that what’s left unsaid is more important than whats at the surface, and this is indicated largely through the constant shifting of attention and posture and gaze away from the conversational partner. If you watch shiv or Kendall speak to those around them, for example, it’s super rare for them to spend very long looking directly at them or facing them head on. And even though Greg and Tom engage in the same sort of bravado-riddled nonsense speech as a way to be accepted in the family/workplace culture as outsiders (ex: “I’ve got a dick the size of a red sequoia and I fuck like a bullet train”), they’re always really listening to each other, and we see that in shots like this, where their gazes are fixed on the speaker and everything about their posture is designed to be open to the other (hands open and up, eye contact even when the other isn’t looking, chests squared, etc). Unlike other pairings in the show, they’re really conversing rather than just seeking a means to an end, a diversion from the waystar royco norm and startling openness that makes scenes that we wouldn’t bat an eye at anywhere else feel startlingly intimate when it’s the two of them, especially because they’re so often framed very carefully to show us this sort of naked clarity (as above, both almost fully in frame against relatively stark background) your honor i love matthew mcfayden and nicholas braun they Get It

it's me and the four people on ao3 who understand my favorite character in the exact same way against the world

PAIRING: Devil's Minion, Armandiel, Armand/Daniel however you call it

SUMMARY:

“Maybe you supernatural types could try knocking at the front door for once? You know, in case someone had their hand down their pants.”

“And where would the fun be in that?” The question was spoken aloud but it also hummed like a purr inside Dani’s head.

Guess we may all start coming back here 😩