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this is so fucking funny

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Well these statements are just the straight up truth

the only thing straight about will byers is that he’s a straight up sweetheart

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this is the only day you can reblog this

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finn wolfhard: speaks out against sexism, racism, and homophobia; immediately drops his agency amid sexual abuse/assault reveal; glo up reflecting his inner unproblematic ass; is just a good boy

me:

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Stan: making my way downtown

Stan: walking fast

Bev: oh look, Richie's coming!

Stan: walking faster

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Safe Haven, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: So ever since I saw the new It movie I wanted to make something for Bill because he’s gr8 and deserves all the love in the world. First things first, I know a lot of people hate on accounts that make fanfiction for It so before you comment just know that I’m 100% not sexualizing them in any way. Just making a sweet imagine? And I’m the actors age anyways. So now that we have that out of the way, enjoy this long ass imagine. 

Word Count: 22,743 words.

The clock ticks at warp speed and everyone is frantically rushing down the aisles of each row of desks to sign yearbooks. Only a few people have signed her’s and if she were to be honest, she’d admit that it hurts. When you’re one of the school’s outcasts, you have to brush off a lot of things people say to you. You have to bite your tongue and pretend it doesn’t hurt and in Y/N’s case, it’s a challenge.

Chatter throughout the room only grows and suddenly her mind is scattered through all of the commotions of the final bell of the year ringing. Except someone manages to hold her attention.

Bill Denbrough.

Y/N’s had a crush on Bill for months now. It started at the beginning of the school year. She wasn’t always an outcast, in fact, at one time she could have been considered mildly popular. That was until the rumors started spreading and like any person caught in the firing line of cruel teenage girls, Y/N did the only thing she knew how to. She pushed everything away. She excluded herself so that they couldn’t do it first and this happened the week she took a notice in Bill.

They were, and still are, teenagers. They’re kids and Y/N is not the kind of girl to leap into liking a someone, whether it be a friendship or relationship. She recalls that day now. He had just happened to catch her eye while she was hunched over her copy of Lord of the Flies in English. The white noise, Ms. Harrington lecturing about the dark themes and arcs of the novel, faded further. Then she looked away. It was a short, but memorable first glance.

The next time Bill captured her interest was a few days later. Y/N caught herself glancing at him instinctively and observing from a distance. Then in the following weeks, she kept checking him out, not even intending to do so, until she admitted to herself that she had a small crush on Bill Denbrough.

Not many of the girls in school were particularly fond of him, he was considered a loser after all. But from the little she’s seen and heard of him, Y/N is convinced he’s a good person.

Bill is now signing someone’s yearbook as his remains laid open on the desk next to her. The mostly blank paper, safe for a couple signatures from the Losers’ Club, tempt and convince her to go through with it. To finally make the move she’s been trying to all year. Y/N is desperate to have a friend. Even if she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, she wants someone to talk to and to understand her. She may have a crush on Bill, but to be his friend would be enough. It would be more than enough for a girl who only has one.

Y/N blows out a sharp exhale, swinging her pen up from the groove of her desk and leaning through the aisle to write in his yearbook.

The orange ink of her pen slides smoothly across the inside cover, and slopes of her cursive take up the entire bottom right corner of the “Autographs” page. He is still signing a few yearbooks and talking to Eddie Kaspbrak in the front of the classroom, while she carefully writes her note.

But he takes her by surprise. Just as she’s going to sign her name, after she’d scrawled a small heart under the message, he turns back around. Y/N rips herself from the desk and almost trips while trying to find her seat again. Her thoughts run wild with every step he takes back to his seat and despite that he didn’t actually see her writing, she still fears he’ll know who wrote it immediately.

Bill’s hands scramble to grab the book, closing it and swinging his backpack over his shoulder. The room gradually empties out and for the first time since last August, they are free from their school’s reign of terror.

Y/N tries not to let her shoulders slump as she takes the familiar route to her locker. But they eventually do and she can’t help but mentally scold herself for not signing the note. Now he won’t know it’s her unless she tells him, and that would defeat the purpose of her writing it in the first place. She’s has always had trouble opening up to people. This was her way to tell him how she feels without having to confront him directly.

And unfortunately, her locker is right next to Bill’s…and Richie, Eddie, and Stan’s.

“Here, let me sign it!” Richie says, snatching Bill’s yearbook from his arms and uncapping his pen.

The open locker door is the only barrier between her and Bill, offering itself up as a wall. With Y/N grimacing into her locker on one side and Bill leaning against his on the other. The two are both hyper-aware of the others’ presence between the wall, their bodies tensing at the thought of being so close.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Bill!”

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The Loser’s Club + Social Media

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The losers club + growing up

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Safe Haven, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: So ever since I saw the new It movie I wanted to make something for Bill because he’s gr8 and deserves all the love in the world. First things first, I know a lot of people hate on accounts that make fanfiction for It so before you comment just know that I’m 100% not sexualizing them in any way. Just making a sweet imagine? And I’m the actors age anyways. So now that we have that out of the way, enjoy this long ass imagine. 

Word Count: 22,743 words.

The clock ticks at warp speed and everyone is frantically rushing down the aisles of each row of desks to sign yearbooks. Only a few people have signed her’s and if she were to be honest, she’d admit that it hurts. When you’re one of the school’s outcasts, you have to brush off a lot of things people say to you. You have to bite your tongue and pretend it doesn’t hurt and in Y/N’s case, it’s a challenge.

Chatter throughout the room only grows and suddenly her mind is scattered through all of the commotions of the final bell of the year ringing. Except someone manages to hold her attention.

Bill Denbrough.

Y/N’s had a crush on Bill for months now. It started at the beginning of the school year. She wasn’t always an outcast, in fact, at one time she could have been considered mildly popular. That was until the rumors started spreading and like any person caught in the firing line of cruel teenage girls, Y/N did the only thing she knew how to. She pushed everything away. She excluded herself so that they couldn’t do it first and this happened the week she took a notice in Bill.

They were, and still are, teenagers. They’re kids and Y/N is not the kind of girl to leap into liking a someone, whether it be a friendship or relationship. She recalls that day now. He had just happened to catch her eye while she was hunched over her copy of Lord of the Flies in English. The white noise, Ms. Harrington lecturing about the dark themes and arcs of the novel, faded further. Then she looked away. It was a short, but memorable first glance.

The next time Bill captured her interest was a few days later. Y/N caught herself glancing at him instinctively and observing from a distance. Then in the following weeks, she kept checking him out, not even intending to do so, until she admitted to herself that she had a small crush on Bill Denbrough.

Not many of the girls in school were particularly fond of him, he was considered a loser after all. But from the little she’s seen and heard of him, Y/N is convinced he’s a good person.

Bill is now signing someone’s yearbook as his remains laid open on the desk next to her. The mostly blank paper, safe for a couple signatures from the Losers’ Club, tempt and convince her to go through with it. To finally make the move she’s been trying to all year. Y/N is desperate to have a friend. Even if she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, she wants someone to talk to and to understand her. She may have a crush on Bill, but to be his friend would be enough. It would be more than enough for a girl who only has one.

Y/N blows out a sharp exhale, swinging her pen up from the groove of her desk and leaning through the aisle to write in his yearbook.

The orange ink of her pen slides smoothly across the inside cover, and slopes of her cursive take up the entire bottom right corner of the “Autographs” page. He is still signing a few yearbooks and talking to Eddie Kaspbrak in the front of the classroom, while she carefully writes her note.

But he takes her by surprise. Just as she’s going to sign her name, after she’d scrawled a small heart under the message, he turns back around. Y/N rips herself from the desk and almost trips while trying to find her seat again. Her thoughts run wild with every step he takes back to his seat and despite that he didn’t actually see her writing, she still fears he’ll know who wrote it immediately.

Bill’s hands scramble to grab the book, closing it and swinging his backpack over his shoulder. The room gradually empties out and for the first time since last August, they are free from their school’s reign of terror.

Y/N tries not to let her shoulders slump as she takes the familiar route to her locker. But they eventually do and she can’t help but mentally scold herself for not signing the note. Now he won’t know it’s her unless she tells him, and that would defeat the purpose of her writing it in the first place. She’s has always had trouble opening up to people. This was her way to tell him how she feels without having to confront him directly.

And unfortunately, her locker is right next to Bill’s…and Richie, Eddie, and Stan’s.

“Here, let me sign it!” Richie says, snatching Bill’s yearbook from his arms and uncapping his pen.

The open locker door is the only barrier between her and Bill, offering itself up as a wall. With Y/N grimacing into her locker on one side and Bill leaning against his on the other. The two are both hyper-aware of the others’ presence between the wall, their bodies tensing at the thought of being so close.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Bill!”

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Losers find out about Reddie (told through FRIENDS):

Beverly was told by Richie:

Bill realized it while hanging out with Richie and Eddie:

Eddie kept hinting at it to Mike until he started to:

You can bet Stan walked in on them making out:

Ben could not even handle how happy he was for them:

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In the second It movie when they find out Pennywise has layed eggs in the sewer I want grown up Richie to go “holy shit the clown was pregnant? What sicko would fuck the clown?” And then the entire Losers Club just turns and looks at the camera in the most judgmental way possible

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┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ Stanley Uris ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔

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legend says that if you go to a mirror and say “beep beep richie” three times richie tozier will appear behind you and make a slightly offensive joke about your mother

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Sweetie, you can’t go. You’re getting over your sickness, remember?

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Why is no one talking about this more

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I made this in like an hour so don’t yell at me

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pennywise: *looking around at his cool ass lair underneath neibolt house* haha these kids’ll be so scared

richie: *shows up and calls it a crackhead house*

pennywise: