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Reblog if you’re a Good Boy

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could you do one where the losers are battling penny and y/n gets hurt somehow by the losers and penny notices & he tries to take care of you? please and thank you. & i love your imagines btw (:

Thank you so much 🥺)

The floorboards of Neibolt creaked nervously under the Losers’ feet as they huddled in together, tucked in so close they may have all moulded together to form a single, alien like person. “This place is filthy….I can smell the infection guys….we need to go” Eddie said quietly, a voice only above a whisper. “Don’t be such a baby, Eds. You got more chance of getting infected by touching your mothers dirty laundry” Richie chuckled. “S-s-shut up, R-Richie” Bill stuttered, turning to flash his torch directly in Richies face. “Jesus B-b-b-bill will you watch it!”

“Will you all stop it?” Beverly said with a face straighter than an arrow. The three boys suddenly came to a pause, although Richie gifted Beverly with a mocking negging expression upon his features. “What….do we do Bill?” Ben asked, eager to find some kind of structure to their ill conceived plan to stroll into an unsteady house on the end of a creepy ass street. “Find t-that th-thing and k-k-kill I-it.” Billy answered, getting frustrated that he kept mixing his words. “Maybe he’s not home and we should come back later” Richie said, Turing on his heel and walking towards the door, before Mike grasped his collar and pulled him back.

A sudden crash could be heard from the back end of the house, causing all the losers to jump and gasp in complete unison. “What was that….” Bev asked, suddenly stepping back into the group, to which Ben securely placed his hand on her shoulder, reassuring she was safe. “I-it s-s-sounded l-like a pl-plate” Bill said with a determined tone to his voice, before marching ahead in search of the sounds occurrence. “Bill!” All the losers called after him, quickly following close behind.

Bill ran into the kitchen, instantly scanning the room for the smashed object, but finding no sign of damage anywhere. The losers tagging close behind began to disperse into the room, looking around also. “I-I h-heard it!” Billy said angrily. W-w-where’s the s-smashed-”

“Guys….” Eddies voice trailed. They all turned to look over to him, then followed his eyes to the fridge that stood by the door. It was old, as was the entire house, covered rust and coated in dirt. They all froze when they realised the door was slowly opening on its own, and a growing red was pushing it to do so. The longer they looked, the more the red appeared to be that of a balloon, growing larger and larger with the second until the door was pushed all the way back and the balloon stood still. “O-oh fuck” Eddie gasped.

Suddenly, the balloon burst with a loud bang, leaving in its place a familiar clown, standing tall with a dark smile plastered on its face. “Boo!” It laughed. All the losers stood shaking, without words. Unable to take their eyes off it, yet wanting to run so desperately.

“Time to float” It said with a wide spread grin, before seconds later lunging forward at the group of youngsters, teeth growing out of its wide, drooling mouth as it raced towards a hopeful next meal. They all let out a panicked scream, grabbing the nearest thing to them and throwing it at the beast. Beverly had grabbed an old, cracked flower pot, quickly throwing it directly at its face, watching it smash into little pieces. IT paused for a second, pulling pieces of china from its skin, making Bev’s stomach to turn. While it was briefly distracted, the other losers quickly looked around desperately for a useful weapon. When IT sensed their movements, it quickly went to attack the rest, unknowing to the fact they had already grabbed an object that they intended to beat it to death with. Bill swung a discarded piece of wood round, smacking the monster square in the nose, making him wobble backwards and fall down onto his ass.

“Y-Y-Y-YOU!! Y-you k-killed G-Georgie!” He screamed, swiftly whacking the creature again upside the head. Pennywise only chuckled at the boy’s pointless behaviour, and sat with a condescending pout on his lips, mocking Billy endlessly. “Y-y-y-you k-killed G-Georgie!” It mimicked, wobbling his lips and widening his eyes. “P-Poor Billy! C-c-c-couldn’t sa-save h-him” It said with a demented giggle. Billy snarled with tears surfacing in his eyes. “Ooooh yes. Yes I did. Oh but he only wanted to play with you Billy….why didn’t you play? Maybe….maybe if you had played….Pennywise wouldn’t have got him. Oh no he wouldn’t have.” IT grinned, its many rows of teeth poking out of its lips and its eyes turning to a sickening yellow. Tears began to roll down Bills cheeks.

“Leave him alone!” Beverly yelled, running out of the shadows carrying a broken  piece of fence with a pointed end that acted like a harpoon, spearing Pennywise directly in his eye. The being let put an inhuman noise and gripped the harpoon now wedged in its face. The rest of the losers took the opportunity to attack it with various objects they had picked up, but Richie had been lucky enough to find a Bat picking out of a shelve, and managed to fish it out, The group moved in and attacked, whacking the creature as hard as they could, watching it growl and scream at them aimlessly in attempts to scare, that were working nevertheless.

You had heard the racket practically a mile away, having been wanting around the grounds of the house, picking the wild flowers, you had quickly stopped in your midst and ran directly to the house following the vices of children that you knew somewhat well. You rushed through the backdoor, seeing the carnage that was being caused in the kitchen, and gasped loudly. “What the hell are you kids doing here!” You yelled. However, the sudden change in the audio had caused Richie to swing round, smacking you in the face with his bat at an incredible speed. You instantly fell down and blacked out. “SHIT!” Richie yelled. The room suddenly fell silent, as Pennywise stopped attacking and the losers stopped fighting. All eyes were on your unconscious form. “Oh my god Richie did you hit them!” Beverly cried, watching the blood leak from your forehead. “I-it was an accident!”

Pennywise suddenly let out a low growl, ripping the harpoon from his own face and getting up faster than you could imagine, showing all the Losers out of his way to get to you. “you fools!” It yelled, instantly lying hands on your unconscious form, lifting you up to rest in his lap. “P-put them d-down” Billy said with a glare. The creature stared at Billy unnervingly. “This one belongs to me….” Pennywise said, looking down at your face, eyes fading back to blue and his hand cupping your cheek, while the other supported you on his crossed legs. The other losers stood back and watched in mass confusion as the being seemed to completely change personas.

The creature leaned down to your face, holding you protectively and running his tongue across your forehead, cleaning up the blood and the wound. Bill went to lung forward angrily with his trusty piece of wood, before Beverly held her arm out to stop him.

“W-w-what a-are you d-doing?!” Bill stuttered, confused. “Don’t….” Beverly whispered. “It’s not going to hurt them….look at how its treating them….”

“Are you serious! It tried to kill us and now its just gotten a starter! We are next its just toying with them!” Richie spat. “I-I think we should leave while its distracted….” Eddie said, taking a swift pump of his inhaler. “Its not toying with them.” Bev began. “It’s cleaning the wound….” She stated. Not having as many TV channels at home than most kids, Beverly was usually stuck watching nature documentaries when she occasionally got to watch TV, which was rare since her father hogged it all the time. She had seen the same behaviour multiple times displayed by many animals. “It’s looking after them….trying to care for them”

“Sorry who invited David fucking Attenborough?!” Richie spat. “This thing EATS people and your saying its taking care of one!?”

“If it was gonna kill them it would have done it while they are weak! Not try to nurse it back to health!” She hissed.

“I personally don’t think it matters, and I cant stress this enough but I DON’T CARE.” Eddie interrupted. “Let’s go you fucking dipshits!”

You began to stir, wiggling in Pennywise’s arms, before feeling his grip tighten on you. Your eyes opened ever so slightly before you winced and let out a small, pained cry. “Shh little one….” He said smoothly, continuing to run his tongue across your forehead, ensuring your wound was properly cleaned and trying to sense if you had been given a concussion.

Without turning his head, he spoke in a low voice. “Run away children….for once their safety is ensured….I will feast on you all. Run run away”

The group didn’t need much more of an invitation, and all quickly scurried out of the house, leaving you alone with the monster, which only few of them felt guilty about. When you slowly began to come too, opening your eyes wider, you were greeted with Pennywise’s baby blue eyes looking back at you. “Rest easy, my precious….you are hurt….Pennywise will take good care of you….yes he will” He said with a small smile that graced his cherry red lips.

“yes he will”

Sorry this took so long but Christmas have been very hectic for me haha. I hope you like it 💕)

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Uhhh? Very gay,frustrating, not caring and inlove???

your last 12 used emojis will tell you how 2020 is going to be for you

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when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters

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Pride Bird Plushies

Yinza on Etsy

See our #Etsy or #Plush tags

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Seriously? Wtf

How Obama joked: here is a video of my birth *shows clip from Lion King*

How Trump jokes: haha my vice president wants to kill all the gay people

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Having trouble getting into little space?

1. make your bed, and set your favorite stuffie, or all of them, a paci, and laptop on bed.

2. set up your favorite little movie and get it ready to go, so all you have to do is hit play, but don’t start it yet.

3. set out some crayons and a coloring book.

4. get your favorite sippy or bottle set up with your favorite drink.

5. if its not to late for snacks, set up your favorite little snack.

6. put your favorite blankie, and favorite jammies or onesie in the dryer.

7. take a shower or bath. use your favorite soap and play with a rubber duckie. 

8. after your shower dry off and go get your jammies and blankie from the dryer. put them on.

9. take your warm blankie to bed and cuddle up with stuffies. watch your movie drink your drink and eat your snack, color a picture, and let yourself be little. </p

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Please boost this!

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the fact that i am attracted to men after seeing how they act in public bathrooms is evidence that sexuality is not a choice. also, the fact that i still am willing to transition knowing it means i have to use men's public restrooms for the rest of my life is evidence that gender is also not a choice.

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I wish my body was entirely androgynous- I wish it was impossible to distinguish if I’m a woman or a man, and no one could even make assumptions about what my gender is.

also horns would be fucking sick

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furfrous say gay and lesbian rights! (my sig is from my twitter srry)

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honestly im kinda done w most of the dudes who are like “””transmasc activists””” bc very little of what they talk about is relevant to my struggles or the struggles of the guys around me. like, i’m sure happy theres skinny cis passing str8 dudes here to do another pronouns 101 and talk about how gr8 ur cis girlfriend is for respecting ur gender and like do a photoshoot with a company that makes £30 underwear or whatever. but like, are you at like any point gonna talk abt the fact that >50% of trans men are survivors of sexual violence?? you gonna talk about the huge likelihood that trans boys have attempted suicide (>50%)?? you gonna talk abt the fact that almost a third of urban trans men have been or are sex workers?? you gonna talk abt the rates of alcohol and drug abuse in our community?? you gonna talk abt the fact that 36% of us are survivors of domestic violence?? or you just gonna continue w the vapid, empty platitudes that only vaguely resemble meaningful activism

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everyone: galarian ponyta is gay! me: okay but also,

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rb this with ur opinion on this shade of pink: