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hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33
IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)
warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff
“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”
ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.
Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.
Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.
They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.
Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.
Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.
Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.
“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.
Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”
Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course.”
She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.
Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.
“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.
Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.
“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”
Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.
“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.
Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.
Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.
“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.
Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.
They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”
Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”
Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”
“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.
Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.
“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.
Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn��t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.
“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.
Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.
Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”
She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.
“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.
She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”
He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.
“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”
His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”
She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”
Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”
Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.
#deathmetalangel#fourth grade x reader#mid 90s#mid90s x reader#mid90s imagine#mid90s fourth grade#fourth grade mid90s#mid90s fourth grade x reader#mid90s fluff#fourth grade x female reader
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FOURTHGRADE ; dating hcs
warnings ; language, talk of substances, talk of like makeout stuff (not in great detail or anything but yk)
genre ; fluff
requested by ; @th0tblckgrl
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guys, he isn't dumb, he just lacks common sense I swear
he excells in tech classes and art stuff
math and science will be his downfall (real tbh)
always films you doing tricks and shit
has a whole vhs worth of film of raw, unedited footage of you two skating together (mostly you) and stupid cute shit he's caught on camera
he titles it "y/n/n <3" with a red sharpie too.
dyeing his hair w him
he never switches out that bleach & pink istg
it makes for good hangouts and stuff tho
you watch his gecko for hours while he's doing homework and shit
she's just so adorable omg
he likes you on top when you're making out and shit
he loves being straddled and being able to hold you by the waist and shit
he's not super clingy or anything but he loves his hand holding and cuddles
he has acne, and if you do too, oh my lord match made in heaven
he loves tracing your scars with his infamous red sharpie and it stains your face for almost a day lmao
he likes picking at your bacne just through impulsive thoughts
"ow! Jesus christ!"
"sorry! it was ready to pop, I swear"
dude Ray loves you two together sm
he's your biggest shipper <3
fuckshit constantly teases you two
I personally hc that fourthgrade is asexual so here's context for the next one
since he's ase (and even if you are two! me too twin) you guys don't take it all that sexual, and gets a little icked when the guys make jokes about you two fucking sometimes
most the time he laughs it off but other days he's just eughhh
and you instantly turn to whoever made the joke and silently shake your head and do the 'you're dead sign' with a respectful face iykwim
he likes staring in your eyes sometimes and getting lost in them
when he's writing movie scripts for fun, he uses you as a faceclaim (along with the other boys tbh) for whatever lead there is or the leads love intrest/best friend. everytime without fail
basically just fanfiction about you two
again like fuckshit, friendship before relationship
matching belts or band shirts
if you also dye your hair fun colors, he dyes it for you
movie nights every night I swear
getting high with him in the dead of night on a friday/saturday night >>>>
hugging him from behind too 💔💔💔
I'm not like trying to infantilize him, he's just a softie for u
stealing shopping carts and bringing them back to skate locations is just a tradition
a lot of times Ray and Fuckshit are busy and they leave ruben and stevie with you so you guys are basically a little family doing fun shit
skating around town, going to the public pool, chilling inside gas stations, renting movies, trauma dumping etc
you're literally just ruben and stevies parents
the ultimate comedy group too 💀
shit, you, fourth, fuckshit and ray are actually way too funny when you're super drunk/high at parties
like you'll be in your own corner watching over ruben and stevie playing uno and start talking about testicul bombs and radioactive cum??? (based on a true story)
alr that's all I got I hope u enjoyed LOL
#lowkeyrobin#mid90s oneshot#mid90s x reader#mid90s imagine#mid90s#fourthgrade x reader#fourthgrade mid90s#fuckshit x reader#ray x reader#ryder mclaughlin#ryder mclaughlin x reader#skater#90s aesthetic#90s
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I saw that you wrote for Ruben from Mid90s.
Could I please request some general dating headcanons with Ruben? And if you could make the reader a skateboarder too that’d be pretty rad.
Thanks so much! <333
thanks for requesting!! hope you like it
𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐂’𝐒
- always acting tough around his friends
- but when its just you two he’s such a softie
- not the biggest fan of pda tbh
- you guys always skate together
- like late at night
- gives you his hoodies all the time
- you help each other with tricks
- and like listen to music together
- while smoking and just vibing
- you guys always skate to a shop late at night
- and like just go back to your place to smoke and cuddle
- you guys always have the deepest conversations at like midnight
- both of you would hold each other while talking about your problems
- one time he just started crying and you just held him
- while reassuring you’ll get him out of his house and get him away from the abuse
- omg i love him sm
- anyway
- always hyping each other up when the other lands a cool trick
- he always shares his cigs with you
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hi um requests are closed for rn, ima work on the stuff in my inbox and drafts and it's kinda alot and I'm slightly overwhelmed :,) . but once all of that is published I have some ideas for some fics hehe so i might make a poll and yall can vote on which one you'd prefer. but long story short; requests are closed till I clear out my inbox + drafts !!
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 !: okay so i'll say it again just to prevent confusion, i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so reader might be calling him that
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: fuckshit sneaks through your window after getting in a fight seeking your comfort, and for you to patch him up because god knows he couldn't do it himself
you find your eyes growing heavy as they desperately try to chase each word on the page of your book. you're so close to finishing it, but can't seem to find it in yourself. "i'd better go to sleep," you say, to no one in particular. you turn off your lamp, letting the moonlight spill into your room as the only source of illumination. suddenly, there's a tap at your window. then, there's another tap followed by another and another and...you finally get out of your bed, determined to put an end to the tapping noise.
"what the hell?" you utter. once you reach your window, you look down to find fuckshit, pebbles in hand. he looks up at you, and gives a half smile. your brows furrow, as you open the window. "what are you doing here? it's nearly twelve in the morning, dude."
"i know i just..." he trails off, getting lost in the attempt to find the right words. "is there a way up there?"
"aaron i don't think it's a good idea," you say, looking out the window cautiously making sure none of your parents have noticed and investigated.
"please, [name]." you think about it, and how could you really say no?
"alright, fine. there's a ladder on the side of the house." after a few moments of waiting, surely enough he returns with the ladder, fearlessly climbing up. you help him inside, even though there isn't much light in the room, you're still able to make out the dark bruises littering his body and his bloody nose. you rush to the lamp, and turn it on before going back over to the boy.
"what the hell happened to you?" you ask, concern laced in your tone. you place a hand on his cheek, studying his face making sure there are no dire injuries there apart from his nose.
"those fuckin' idiots were talking 'bout you, ma. i dont know where my head was at but i just started..hitting them," he admits, looking down, and leaning into your touch just a bit.
"aaron, baby, i need you to understand that it doesn't matter what they say, okay?" he doesn't say anything to that, and looks back up to your eyes. "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up." he nods, as you lead him to your bathroom. you switch on the light, and gesture to the counter.
"sit there," you instruct softly. he does as you say, and looks at you patiently as you get out the first aid kit. you go to stand between his legs, before you grab a wipe, and reach up to his nose.
"how bad does it hurt?" you ask, as you touch it lightly. he hisses slightly in pain.
"s'not too bad," he answers. you nod, and start to wipe away the blood. as you continue taking care of him, he simply gazes into your eyes, seemingly in a daze.
"you okay, baby?" you ask, looking at him with slight worry.
"yeah i'm good," he responds, as you apply a bandaid to the cut going across his nose. you then tilt his chin up gently to take a look at his bruised jaw.
"you poor thing," you coo.
"i'm tellin' you it's not that bad," he counters, with a small smile. you shake your head smile, and begin to patch up his knuckles. you apply some bandages, and clean up the blood. you rest your hands on his thighs, before pecking him on the lips.
"all done," you say, proud of your work. he smiles as he admires you.
"thanks," he says, before his eyes flicker to your lips. you take that as him asking for a kiss, which you happily oblige to. you lean in, kissing him softly. he kisses back contently, and after a moment you pull away.
"so who won the fight though?" you mumble against his lips. he chuckles.
"obviously me."
"oh obviously, huh?" you tease, with a small laugh. you kiss him again, smiling into it.
"only for you, [name]."
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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val's masterlist and rules :)
MY MASTERLIST
FUCKSHIT - mid90s
EMMETT CULLEN - TWILIGHT SAGA
Coming soon!...
PATRICK HOCKSTETTER - IT 2017
Coming soon!...
VANCE HOPPER - THE BLACK PHONE
Coming soon!...
CARL GALLAGHER - SHAMELESS
STEVE HARRINGTON - STRANGER THINGS
Coming soon!...
GALLAVICH DAUGHTER - SHAMELESS
Coming soon!...
GEORGIE COOPER - YOUNG SHELDON
Coming soon!...
RODRICK HEFFLEY - DIARY OF A WIMPY KID
Coming soon!...
OTHER CHARACTERS
None yet!...
RULES
I will do NSFW, though i’m not sure i’m very good at it. I will write for any character on this list, and if you happen to request one that i know, ill see if i can write for them! I don't write male!readers, and i will default to fem!reader unless said to be gender neutral. I will update my masterlist when i make a new work, and FEEL FREE TO REQUEST! I do go to school, so ill probably be a bit short on time but ill try my best to do anything i;m interested it whenever i can! I am an ADD bisexual female, so i will say the f slur if necessary, and i will try to refrain from, but if there is a line that says the r slur, i might refer to it. None of my work is meant to offend anyone, it is purely for fun. Ill try my best to respond to constructive criticism, but if you're rude, you'll get blocked 🙂
#fuckshit x reader#patrick hockstetter#fuckshit#patrick hockstetter x reader#mid90s#it2017#bowers gang#emmett cullen#emmett cullen x reader#twilight x reader#the twilight saga#twilight#georgie cooper x reader#steve harrington x reader#patrick hockstetter imagine#smut#vance hopper x reader#carl gallagher x reader
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I love your writing!!! Wondering if you could do a fuckshit fic/blurb. Maybe braiding his hair or him helping on wash day? 🤔 Hope you enjoy spooky season <3
Yesss, sorry i missed this!
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You sighed as she watches the curly-headed boy act a fool on his skateboard, doing flips and tricks, making his messy hair bounce around. You could tell he was getting tired since it was hot outside and his baggy tee was getting soaked with sweat. You watch as the boy stops flipping around and makes his way up you. Each step he took made your nose winch up by his sweaty smell. “what chu lookin like that for, ma?” fuckshit says, taking in your facial expressions.
you rolled you eyes before speaking. “um, your smell like shit, fuckshit.” you smirked, obviously teasing him. he just kissed his teeth. “you don’t be saying all that when I’m sweating after I get done blowing dat back out.” he mumbled underneath his breath.
“ what chu say boy?” you spat, looking over at fuckshit, who was smiling. you shook it off and made you way to your bedroom but was stopped by the hand that belonged to you boyfriend. “you ain’t gon braid my hair, ma?” damn, you forgot you was going to braid his. It’s not that you didn’t want to braid his hair, it just takes a lot of time, but anything for your boo. “oh shit, yeah I will just let me grab my stuff.” you replied, giving fuckshit the green light to go find somewhere to sit. Fuckshit never admits it but he loves when you do his hair, you got that special touch.
You grab everything you need from ties to gels, and walked back into the living room to see fuckshit sitting on the floor where you usually do his hair. You sat all of the products on the table and sat behind fuckshit, with him between your legs. “ou boy, you need to take a shower after this.” you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of your face.
Fuckshit kissed his teeth once again. “girl, you trippin. it ain’t that bad.” he says shaking his head. You ignored him and proceeded to do his hair. You did everything you usually do, spray his hair, part it, gel it, then braid it. Once you were done you hand fuckshit a mirror. “got me looking good, thanks, ma.” he says, turning around and leaned in but you stopped him. “shower first, then we can getting to the good part.” you smiled.
fuckshit scoffed then got up to go to the bathroom, annoyed but loved as always.
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After watching Mid90's I have this modern au idea stuck in my head where Suki's a skater who owns a skate shop, and she and Aang are friends (she's basically the older sister of the gang) in this little rambunctious group of skaters who'd rather skip school everyday to hang at a skatepark instead, and now I feel like that needs to be a thing.
Teo's definitely a part of the group, but he has his own set of wheels that he's modified for some cool tricks instead of using a skateboard--and idk why but i feel like Jet could be part of the group as well (maybe even some of the other freedom fighters) he's obviously much nicer, though he's a bit of a troublemaker still . Also feel like even if she wouldn't be part of the group, perse, Mai would still be part of the skate scene (instead of having an interest in tricks she bombs hills and things--probably the best at it), and she's close enough with the group that they see her as one of them (skating gives her a release from all the expectations at home, so you know). Idk where I imagine the other characters would fit in this au exactly but I'm still pondering 🤔
#rambling#ignore me#i just think a brother-sister dynamic between aang and suki would be nice#also rebel teen skater aang is so interesting to me#not to mention aang and jet friendship would be cool?#jet definitely thinks he's a player and aang always has to watch him botch it every time#avatar the last airbender#atla au#what if i...
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still haven’t watched euphoria but since mid90s is my favorite movie i imagine maddy will become a favorite character of mine
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Why the Success of “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (2022) Is Concerning
If you haven’t seen Everything Everywhere All at Once, you’ve probably at least heard of it, because it’s one of this year’s most talked about movies so far. There’s a lot of reasons why, but perhaps the biggest reason of all is that this movie is the independent film studio A24’s first movie to ever reach 100 million dollars at the global box office.
That sounds pretty great, I hear you say. How on earth could this be concerning?
Well, believe it or not, every film studio was once a small studio…or, at least, smaller than they are now. And it’s pretty common knowledge that the smaller a studio is, the more bold and creative the artists working for that studio will be allowed to be. There was once a time when your average Disney-produced movie was just as much about originality and unique artistic voices as it was about making money.
Well, for the last decade or so, A24 has been one of those small studios who champions new voices with unique, often risky ideas for movies. If you’re unfamiliar with A24’s entire lineup of movies, I encourage you to go look it up—you will be hard-pressed to find a more diverse list—The Bling Ring, The Spectacular Now, Locke, Laggies, A Most Violent Year, Son of a Gun, Barely Lethal, End of the Tour, Mississippi Grind, Room, Ex Machina, Free Fire, Green Room, Good Time, Lady Bird, Disaster Artist, Last Movie Star, Hot Summer Nights, The Florida Project, The Killing of a Sacred Deer, Eighth Grade, Slice, Mid90s, Never Goin’ Back, Under the Silver Lake, Lighthouse, Uncut Gems, The Green Knight, Val, X, Everything Everywhere…I could go on forever, the point is, these are all really unique and vastly different movies.
The ones I just listed are all the ones I’ve currently seen. Do I love all of them? No. I don’t even like some of them, but almost all of them have at least one scene or other aspect that stood out to me and has stuck with me since I watched it. In my opinion, Never Goin’ Back is not a good movie, but it is a weird freaking movie and a couple of those especially weird scenes still pop into my head once in a while even though it’s been years since I watched it. Meanwhile, how many movies have I seen between then and now that I’ve completely forgotten? A good handful, that’s for sure.
I’m going to such great lengths to establish how A24 fits into the contemporary film world and how its movies have affected me personally because for the first time ever I suddenly have reason to worry it won’t always be this way. With Everything Everywhere, A24 has its first 100-million-dollar movie. I don’t think it is unrealistic or unnecessary to start asking ourselves: are they going to want to repeat this phenomenon? What lengths are they going to be willing to go to repeat this phenomenon? Are they going to start saying “no” to movies that, five years ago, they would have said “yes” to do, on the basis that they don’t believe those movies will make them 100 million more dollars?
While A24 movies are mostly offbeat and arthouse-y it’s not entirely impossible to predict which of their movies might make more money or at least generate more conversation. Uncut Gems was a rare example of Adam Sandler straying from comedy, and as has happened before, that got people talking about his underappreciated dramatic talent. Everything Everywhere may be a trippy, unusual experience, but at its core, it’s just a multiverse movie, and thanks to Spider-Man: No Way Home and other recent Marvel releases, the multiverse is a hot concept right now.
It’s just not difficult for me to imagine the leaders of A24 picking and choosing what projects to fund with the mindset of “what will make us more successful?” as opposed to “what deserves a chance based on creativity and originality?” I just want this studio to always be a small studio, and I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. The next several years will slowly but surely reveal their true intentions, I think.
What do you think? Am I being paranoid? Let me know if you feel so inclined.
#everything everywhere all at once#a24#michelle yeoh#movie#movies#film#film discussion#box office#evco#evco productions#just admit it
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Could you please do a fourth grade from mid 90s x reader where fourth grade doesn’t have a place to stay so she lets him stay at her house and they confess their feelings to each other thank you
FUCK IT, I LOVE YOU
fourth grade x gn! reader
warnings: mentions of homelessness, swearing (it’s mid90s so), anxious fourth grade, insecure fourth grade, fluffy kinda?
“wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine,”
Y/n was usually out late. They enjoyed the nightlife of the city compared to the festivities of the morning. Sure it was nice to get out when the sun was rising and the city was just waking up. But, to y/n, the real fun happened when everyone was already asleep.
Sure it could be scary. Sometimes it did get boring. All that empty darkness with few awake to spend the night with. It only appealed to them because of the serenity. The night didn’t have to be wild for them to enjoy it. Some of their best nights were spent simply gazing at the stars. Or having a deep meaningful conversation in the moonlight.
On one of their many walks, unaccompanied but not unarmed of course, they’re stopped when a familiar face interrupts their path. “Hey, Fourth Grade. I thought you hated being out this late?”
The lanky boy looks around awkwardly. Y/n had stumbled across him on his way to the skate park. Ray had mentioned he’d slept there before when he got overwhelmed and just had to take a break from everything. That wasn’t out of necessity, and in Fourth Grade’s case definitely not out of embarrassment to ask anyone for help. “Uh, you know. I wanted to see what you’re always missing the mornings for.”
A smile graces y/n’s features. Small, but amused as it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Fourth Grade tints a slight shade of red. Almost everything they did seemed to fluster him. When they look at him he can’t meet their gaze. “Fourth Grade are you lying to me?” His breath catches in his throat. Of course they’d figure him out so easily.
Y/n spent the most time around Fourth Grade and vise versa. In their friend group everyone had their obvious ‘best friend’. They didn’t like their other friends any less, but that’s just who they clicked with the best. It used to be Ray and Fuckshit, but Ray seemed to take on a more big brother role for Stevie. Fuckshit and Ruben hang out more as a result. And for as long as anyone can remember it’s always been y/n and Fourth Grade.
They often mirrored each other as well even when they hung out with the whole group. Stevie, the most observant since he was the youngest and easily the most eager, had picked up on it before even Ray did. When y/n would lean on something usually Fourth Grade would follow suit. When Fourth Grade would try to look at them without being caught, he’d usually get caught because they were doing the same thing. Leaving both of them red in the face and avoiding eye contact.
“I- it’s nothing. I’m fine y/n/n. Just wanted some breathing room.”
“I know you Fourth Grade. Come on. We can talk about it at my place. It’s getting late, even for me so I’ll make some tea.” Fourth Grade looks hesitant to respond to the offer. Y/n smiles before holding out their hand. “At least walk me home? I won’t make you talk if you don’t want to.”
Swallowing his anxieties he grabs their hand and follows them back home. The walk was quiet. You could hear the crunch of the pavement under their shoes and the high pitched chirps of the crickets in the distance. He didn’t mind. Fourth Grade was busy trying to plan what he was going to say. He didn’t want y/n to pity him. He hated that.
The guys knew better, but y/n had been there for him the most. It was hard for them not to feel bad for him. He only notices when the warmth leaves his hand as they go to unlock the front door. “Uh it might be a little messy. Don’t worry. My mom’s working late again and left in a huge rush so, uh. Yeah,”
Y/n leads him inside and locks up behind him. The house was nice, a bit messy, but it looked full of warmth. Their house wasn’t huge, but it was only y/n and their mom. They had money, just didn’t feel the necessity to buy a big house just for the two of them. “Come on we can chill in the kitchen until you get sick of me.” Like he’d ever.
Fourth Grade sits down at the kitchen table while she puts on a pot of water to boil. When they sit down in front of him he tenses. “Are you gonna tell me why you really were out at 2 am?”
His hands get clammy as he wipes them on his jeans. He really hated lying, that and he wasn’t very good at it, but lying to y/n just made him feel worse. Like the guilt weighed down on his conscious tenfold. “I was going to the skate park.”
“Fourth Grade, you don’t have your board.” Right, god he was making a fool of himself.
“Oh. I must have forgotten it at home. Damn.”
They raise a brow. Y/n questions him again, “I mean it, please don’t lie to me Fourth Grade. I can’t help you if you lie to me.”
God he felt like the earth would eat him up at any moment now. Actually telling them would be like admitting defeat. Or worse. Admitting weakness.
“I was gonna crash there.” His words hang in the air for a while. A pregnant pause fills the space between them. His eyes drop down to his hands that grab his knees desperately hoping to ground himself.
Y/n’s chair screeches against the wooden floor as they pull it back to stand up. Fourth Grade looks up to see what they’re doing. They’re leaving? He really doesn’t wanna ask, but he so desperately wants to know. Shit. They probably thought he was a poor loser. He was. He was a dumb, poor, awkward skater kid with no real future besides working a dead end job like his parents. He was stupid. So fucking stupid.
A blanket and pillow hit him in the head. “Crash on the couch in my room. Or you could take the bed I take the couch I don’t care. Ma won’t care either she loves you. Just don’t lie to me next time.” Y/n goes back to start pouring the boiled water into mugs.
Fourth Grade looks at the blanket and pillow flabbergasted. Was that it? Was that really all he was worried about? “I know that look. And yes, I’m not making a big deal about it because it isn’t a big deal. You should’ve just asked me from the start. Why would you feel ashamed. We’ve known each other so long literally nothing you do phases me anymore. And no, I’m not doing this because I feel bad. I offer to help because I care and want the best for you.”
Y/n places the cup of steeping tea in front of him before sitting down. “Why?” They drop the bag of tea into their cup and raise a brow. “Why do you care y/n/n? What’s in it for you? I’m such a bad friend. I lie to you, I can’t do the things you do for me, and-”
“I care because if you could, you would. Give yourself more credit. You’re smarter than you think you are so use that brain of yours to think of reasons why I stick around.” They say not really showing much worry.
He was though. “I don’t know. Fuck if I knew I’d do whatever it was you liked more often. Hang out with you? Cause I definitely can’t buy you things y/n.” This was very out of character for him. Y/n could see that this was a long time coming.
“Fucking hell you’re dumber than I thought if you think I care about that. If I wanted someone who just bought me shit instead of caring about me I’d hang out with Fuckshit, but I don’t because he only cares about himself and fucking anything with a pulse. I hang out with you because you’re nice and polite and thoughtful. Even when you don’t have a lot to say you listen. That’s more than half the guys I’ve hung around have done.”
Fourth Grade sighs. “Fuck y/n you don’t get it. I want to be able to do those things for you. You should be around friends that can. You should have friends that you don’t have to feel bad for and let stay at your house because their place is basically temporary.”
Y/n rolls their eyes while stirring the honey into their tea. Fourth Grade clenches his jaw before turning to get up. “Don’t you dare leave,”
“I’m not gonna burden you y/n. I’ll figure it out, thank you for the tea.”
“No.”
He stops. “No?”
“I said no. I’m not letting the guy I like sleep on the streets because he’s too stubborn to just accept my help.”
“Y/n-” He pauses. What did they say? “Wait what?” Y/n doesn’t say anything, but he can see their cheeks flush.
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Fourth Grade,” Y/n tries to make their way to their room when he grabs their wrist. Y/n stops.
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
“You know what I mean.”
They both stay still. Not a word nor a whisper broke the ever so fragile silence. Y/n looks up through their lashes at Fourth Grade. He couldn’t look away from them either. They were just frozen. “I made it awkward. Didn’t I?”
“Can you just let me calm down for a sec?”
“Huh?”
Y/n tilts their head up at Fourth Grade who looked as bright as a tomato. “I love you. Shit. Y/n listen I-” Their arms slip over his shoulders and y/n leans up to shush him. When they kiss all he can think about is not acting like an idiot. His eyes shut and he wraps his arms around their waist. The height difference was apparent, making him lean down to not break the kiss.
When they do break apart for air he smiles, his face contorted into a goofy grin. “I’m sorry. I-”
Y/n shushes him again. Their finger placed against his lips. “You’re cuter when you aren’t overthinking everything. Please stop apologizing and we can finish our tea and have a nice sleep after this very eventful night. I for one have had enough to make me sleep a good 12 hours.”
Fourth Grade looks down clumsily before rubbing his neck. “Yeah. Okay.”
#deathmetalangel#mid90s x reader#mid90s imagine#mid90s#mid90s fluff#mid90s fourth grade#mid90s fourth grade x reader#fourth grade x reader
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......you already know what....anyway dancer!reader and fuckshit established relationship. Reader has a full ride scholarship to a really popular and well know dance academy but doesn't tell fuckshit because they planned a party to reveal it. Also fuckshit is very supportive of readers dream but he's going through that phase where he feels that he has nothing going for himself....and then you know the crash happens and reader becomes paralyzed from his waist down (i was gonna do from their back down so he grateful lmao <33) and that's when reader and their parents tell the gang about his scholarship and fuckshit just feels horrible.....reader also doesn't want to see him....ilyy
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♣️ I hate you. you know I know who you are.
FUCKSHIT ; selfish
summary ; you have a full ride scholarship to a dance academy, as gay as it may sound, you wanted to reveal it to your friends after the skate competition, but it didn't go so well
warnings ; language, car accident, mentions of alcohol, & drugs
genre ; angst
word count ; 1.4k
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Your mood had been ruined today. You wanted to tell your boyfriend and friends that you'd finally got a scholarship to Juilliard, a dance college, a full ride, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak about it. Stevie and Ruben got in a little fight, Ray wasn't talking to Fuckshit since he was wasted all day and embarrassed him. And you didn't want to talk to anyone now, you didn't want to make the situation any worse.
Fourthgrade sits behind Fuckshit, Ruben next to him, and Ray on the opposite end. Stevie sits in the middle console seat on your left, and Fuckshit in the driver's seat. You sit in the front passenger seat, staring out the window, hoping to God your depressed, drunk boyfriend wouldn't kill you all.
Fuckshit was going through a little phase where he felt like he had nothing going for him, feeling as if he were worthless. All he was living for was partying and drugs, apparently.
You'd been sober for a couple months now, learning that throwing your dreams away because you were mentally unstable wasn't a good idea. You cared about your future while Fuckshit didn't, which started some arguments and fights here and there. You were just worried about him in all honesty, and he'd get jealous that you talked to Ray about the future instead of with him. You needed someone to bounce back on and agree with you, not someone to just nod and half ass listen to you. He was supportive of you and your attempt to make dance your career, but sometimes he didn't know how to properly show it.
You'd been trying to help him find a place in the world, to give him a head start like what you had. You didn't even know what you were doing but you were making an attempt at least.
You imagine you were off at your new school, come two years' time, the new environment, the new people, being able to do the one thing you loved more than skating. It sounded like a dream. It still did, really. All that hard work finally amounted to something, something that you could make yourself out of. You fantasize about your career, yet you're snapped out of it, realizing that leaving everything and everyone you knew was going to be difficult and hurt, a lot.
But now, you listen to Ray, trying to convince Fuckshit to drop you all off at home. You roll your eyes, hearing him mumble something about how you guys weren't gonna ruin his mood.
You turn to the curly haired blonde, tiredness pulling your eyes down. "Dude, stop. Just take us home"
"No! Now you're ganging up on me too?"
"I'm not! Do whatever the fuck you want, dickhead. Just let me out" You speak, unbuckling your seatbelt.
"No!"
"Let me out, right now!" You exclaim, pulling at the handle beside you, seeing the sidewalk right outside.
You hate this, you feel like your parents arguing, your friends acting as you, hiding in silence in the back.
"Pull over, please-"
Your eyes reflect bright headlights, blinding you as you swing your arm over to protect Stevie beside you. Your ears are defeaned by car horns and breaking glass.
You awaken slowly, nurses standing over you, one rushing in food to place in front of you. You notice your face is all tingly, and your arms and hands are covered in bruises and scratches.
You talk to the ladies before they disperse and grant your friends entrance to the room, which smelt like clorox wipes, the lighting an eerie cool. The others had some cuts and bruises here and there, but Stevie's arm is covered by a cast, signed by the other four.
You almost gasp as you see him, "Holy shit, are you okay?"
He nods with a little smile, "Yeah, I'm good"
You blink a bit, looking up to Fuckshit who's unable to look back at you. You scan the others, their expressions somber.
"What? Did someone die or something?" You question them.
Ray looks at Fuckshit, slapping his shoulder to deem him responsible.
The blonde sighs before sitting down next you on the hospital bed, fitted with light blue sheets with a little white pattern. He fidgets with his fingers before looking back up at Ray, who raises a hand towards you and mouths something to him.
Fuckshit finally looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek. "Y'know that scholarship to Juilliard?"
"How do you know about that?" You quickly question, running a hand through your hair.
His gaze shifts down, "Your mom came in earlier and yelled at me"
"What's it have to do with my scholarship?"
"...You can't go anymore"
"Why not?" You ask, the inflection in your voice becoming more stern.
Fuckshit looks back up at the other boys, then back to you. "Uhm, you're paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors said you probably won't walk again"
Your eyes widen as you stare at him in silence, thinking this was some sort of prank to make you not as mad at him for the accident, you're unable to believe him. He watches as you try to move your legs to a criss-cross position, but they remain straight underneath the blue blanket covering you. You look back up at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of anger building in your chest.
"What the fuck?"
He's silent, staring down at his shoes. "I'm sorry"
"You're sorry? You're sorry? You're fucking kidding me! You are a fucking asshole! You selfish piece of shit, I fucking hate you!" You yell, your voice becoming louder and louder as you shout at him. "You fucking selfish asshole! You stole my dream from me, and you think 'I'm sorry' is gonna help you? You can't fix a broken body with a shit, half-assed apology. It's about time you learned that"
Ray holds Stevie a little close, seeing his uneasiness in the hospital and while you were screaming at Fuckshit.
After a moment, the blonde begins to fight back, and once he gets a sentence or two out of just degrading you and blaming you, Ray pulls him back. Fourthgrade hugs you, letting you cry into his shoulder while the two teens talk in the hallway. Ruben and Stevie sit on the other side of you, doing their best to try and comfort you.
"What the fuck? What the hell?" You quickly sputter, digging your fingers into Fourthgrade's arms to try and sense some sort of reality to make sure this wasn't some sick dream.
Eventually, you calmed down a bit, and the scrawny boy decides to cheer you up a bit, as you'd ask, with the little movie he'd been making the past couple of months. He inserted the VHS into the player under the TV, and watched your expression go from teary-eyed to a light smile.
Ray and Fuckshit walk back in, looking like the typical mother and child who just got scolded duo. Fuckshit stands awkwardly at your side, halfway hiding behind Fourthgrade in case you regain motion in your legs and tried to pounce on him.
Ray begins, watching Ruben replay the VHS on the TV for you. "Fuckshit has something to tell you" He glares over at the blonde, taking notice of Stevie turning the volume down some so you could converse.
You look up at him, unable to really hold eye contact for long.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got wasted and didn't want to listen to you, and I crossed a major line not letting you out the car and shit... I don't have an excuse for saying all that shit to you a minute ago, but it's not how I really feel, I was... I was just trying to win, I guess" He shrugs, pulling at the ends of his curls a bit. "I know you're never gonna forgive me for fuckin', I don't wanna say mutilate..., like, ruining your life, and that's fine. I just wanna see you happy and succeed and overcome this, and I'm so sorry for taking your dream away, and I am selfish for that-"
"Just get out" You mumble, quickly shutting him up. "Please" You look back down at your fidgeting fingers, resting in your lap. "I need to process shit, okay,? Fuck, I don't wanna worry about this right now"
He nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets before leaving with his head hung low.
#lowkeyrobin#mid90s x reader#mid90s imagine#mid90s oneshot#fuckshit x reader#fuckshit oneshot#ray x reader#fourthgrade x reader#fuckshit mid90s#olan prenatt x reader#olan prenatt#mid90s
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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝟗𝟎’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ★
♫ my mid90’s masterlist !!
stevie:
there’s nothing there yet..
ray:
there’s nothing there yet..
fuckshit:
there’s nothing there yet..
ruben:
rubens hc’s
fourthgrade:
there’s nothing there yet..
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FOURTHGRADE (MID90S) MASTERLIST
- fourthgrade headcanons
#a24#a24 films#mid90s#mid90s imagine#mid90s oneshot#fourthgrade oneshot#fourthgrade x reader#fourthgrade headcanons#fourthgrade fluff#fourthgrademid90s
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! so this is my first tumblr post, i'm still navigating this app so excuse me if it's terrible lol. also send me any requests if you'd like ;) also i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so that's what the reader will call him (apart from fuckshit) in most oneshots i make for him.
(summary: fuckshit goes all "fucksoft" lol. i guess you could call yourself a soft dom-ish in this one. fluff. (lowercase intended))
he was always so vulnerable with me. the guy who was jokingly given the name "fuckshit." the guy who doesn't take anything too seriously, not even himself. the nonchalant, flirty, funny, obnoxious, loud, arrogant "fuckshit." he was vulnerable with me.
at first it started when we were alone. i had known him for about a half a year, he would get all quiet on me, and i would only slightly cringe at the deafening silence.
"what happened to you? your normal loud-mouthed ass ain't so loud-mouthed now that everyone's gone," i remarked, with a small smirk. i wanted to lighten the mood, god only knew what was up with him. it could've been another "friends with benefits" tragedy. it could've been another fight with ray. it also could've just been fuckshit being fuckshit. he goes through his moments just as everyone else does. but that was the first time he had been like this with me, naturally i was confused. he looked up at me, a wild golden curl falling in front of his face.
"aye im just chillin'," he responded, a dumb smile on his face. i kept my gaze upon him, and he locked eyes with me for a few seconds, before finally turning away.
"you sure? you seem just...unusually quiet," he shook his head with his normal goofy smile splayed on his lips. he didn't answer for awhile, simply staring down at his hands. "aaron?" he quickly looked back up at me, startled at the fact that i had used his real name.
"yeah, no i'm good. just got a lotta shit going on in my head right now."
"yeah i get it. we can talk if you want, i got all night." he smiled even wider at me, scooting closer to me. he eased up a little, a bit of his flirtatiousness coming back to him. he rested his head on my shoulder, with a sigh.
"question," i began.
"shoot."
"are you high?"
"fuck yeah i am."
"follow-up question,"
"okay."
"is this why you're actin' so weird? i mean you normally don't get this...soft when you're high."
"shut the hell up okay? i'm just tired is fucking all." i chuckled at him, resting my head on top of his. i didn't mind it, he was one of my best friends; being so close to him wasn't so weird, especially because of his inability to keep his hands off of the female species. in other words, i was used to it.
"so do you wanna talk?" i asked after a few more moments of the comfortable silence. i waited a few seconds for an answer, before hearing light snoring. i looked down at him and smiled softly. well, he definitely was high as shit. still cute as hell, nonetheless
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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im scared of getting old and so are you
#mid90s#mid90s edit#mid 90s#bowers gang#henry bowers#belch huggins#bill denbrough#patrick hockstetter#bowers gang imagine#bill skarsgard#it 2017#it chapter two#it stephen king#skateboarding#skatepark
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