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Playtime part 5 - sneak preview.
Jenny was staring at her hand, shining in the summer sun. The gang raced to hear aid, even Eddie exploded over her hand and cleaned it like, 500,000,000 times. "Oh my fucking god, what just happened?!?"
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So...I'm writing-no, not a fanfic- a fic on my life! It's not a fanfic, cos why...whytf would you do FANfic on your life? Honestly? Fic part 1 Jenny (always using that name, sos) was drawing. This drawing, she had, was of her crush, her guy friend and her best friend. She labelled it: Guy friend: Jim Crush: Mike Bestie: Carla Squinting, she looked at her extra detail carefully. You cant fake that kind of concentration. you can stop it, though. "Jenny, hey, whatcha drawing?" She looked up, sun shining gracefully and birds tweeting sweetly. Mike, standing there in all his glory, was talking to her. Across the library she saw Carla give her a wink. Carla was quite popular, but that was only because she was FRICKIN' BEAUTIFUL! Jenny couldn't believe that the her best friend, being an ultimate bitch, had subjected her to this! "I-i..it's..umm.." She hastily covered up the word crush. If Mike saw that, the world would fly away and leave them in space just because the drama is too much for it. "Yeah, that looks way cool!" Her guy friend, Jim, settled next to her. He was the kind of friend who told you it straight, and they saw watching random shit on YouTube in their spare time with Carla. Mike sat down across from her and opened a book: 'Mammals and their reproduction'. Jenny and Jim cracked up. This was unbearable. Two 14 year olds seeing a book like that in the library is enough for them to get kicked out. "Hey, mikey bro... Y'know you're reading a sex book?" Mike flipped the book around to look at the title. "Shit, I am." They all cracked up and Jenny even fell off of the chair. Unfortunately, the name 'crush' was in full view of Mike. Jim saw the mortification and he immediately dived and put 's' on friend (guy friends) then crossed out the name 'crush'. "Can't you spell-" The librarian stormed over, face red with anger and smoke literally pouring out of ears. "OUT OUT OUT! NO SHOUTING IN THE LIBRARY!" They hastily ran out and exploded outside with ultimate laughter. Mrs Harris, the librarian, always shouted 'dont shout'- but really, she was actually doing all the shouting. Jenny collapsed into Jim as Mike left, still giggling. Jim, unknown to Jenny, was blushing and -omg..- trying to contain his growing erection. He liked Jenny. He just couldn't tell her. "Hey, slumber party, me, you, Carla, and... maybe...Mike." Jim turned to hide more than just his blush. "Sure." Two hours later. Jenny was talking to Jim on her bed, him on the blow up mattress. "Look, Mike isn't coming...and Carla just dropped out." Jim froze. He needed help. You cant necessarily sleep, in the same room as your crush, without a friend to help. 'SHIT' He thought. "Oh, ok. We could still have this sleepover, right?" Jenny smiled from underneath her dark hair. "Why not. Never slept with a guy before anyway." "I haven't slept with a girl either. The bummers of being a virgin." Jenny giggled. "That's not what i meant, but ok." Part 2? No? Yaaasss?
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When my mom and dad are home, im like 'Time to go..... .... Incognito~' And basically use Reddie as defence.
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It's world Orange Juice day! So dont eat oranges or drink em! (If you wish...) Alsooooo MAY THE 4TH (FORCE) THE WITH YOU! if you don't understand, wtf...it's international starwars day! So be Darth Vader and have a bad smoko problem with a husky voice (only joking)
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Girl,15 parody (book) Reddie part 2
Who was awaitin for this? No one? Thought so…
Part 2
On the outside, Eddie knew, he had absolutely no right to feel anything. He didn’t own Richie. They weren’t even on speaking terms, these days. But on the inside, Eddie knew that if Jenny started going out with Richie, it was war. Eddie could eat all the carpets in the world, tear down all the curtains, break all the windows in the country and still come nowhere near to expressing his absolute horror and fury. He was astonished by his own rage. He knew he wasn’t entitled to it. But there it was, blazing away inside her like a Vindaloo Curry with extra Chilli sauce. ‘Jess and I are not getting together,’ he said coldly. 'i don’t know what gave you that idea.’ Jenny’s big blue eyes got somehow bigger and bluer in a doe-like innocent amazement. 'well, you’re always together,’ she said. 'everyone thinks you’re going out.’ 'but… you’re my best friend. No, best GIRL friend!’ exploded Eddie. 'if I was going out with somebody I’d tell you- before I told anybody else. I tell you everything I don’t want my guys to know. Though it seems you don’t feel the same way about me.’ 'i only never mentioned it because I didn’t want to hurt you!’ Jess retorted. 'i realised it might be horrible for you if me and Richie were going out.’ 'well, rest assured on that one.’ Eddie managed to control his anger, but he was shaking. 'i wish you both every happiness.’ 'why are you giving me such a hard time then?’ complained Jess. 'I just hate it when you don’t tell me things about my guys.’ said Eddie, between clenched teeth. That wasn’t it really. The truth dawned on Eddie, and it was something he must keep from Jenny at all costs. 'so you’re really, really ok with it?’ asked Jenny eagerly. Eddie gave a weak smile and nodded, trying not to give his dark truth away. Jenny reached out her arms and gave Eddie a squeeze. 'oh, thanks so much, Eddie, you’re such a great friend!’ she said. 'i’ve so dreaded talking to you about Richie. He’s so clever and witty and I think his nose is really cute. And i love the way his hair kind of flops all over the place.’
Part 3 soon! Comment if you like and want me to write about you!
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Best art I've ever done omg my hand hurts... To read it properly, start at the 'what the losers see' and you'll get my OCs purpose in IT
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Hey! Really cool! Comment 'I want' and click the middle button on the suggestions as many times till a sentence is made. I want including the clock and home appliance technician at the time to calm.
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Eddie: so, Richie, why are we here? Richie: i dunno you tell me! Eddie: let me guess, a ship the fandom is craZy about? What, Billverly? Richie: Reddie. Eddie: so, who are the unlucky ones? Richie: me Eddie: annndddd Richie: you Eddie: byeeeeeeeee Richie: wait Eddie: see yaaaa Richie: WAIT EDDIE SPAGHETTI! NOONE ELSE TOUCHIN MA SPAGHETTI! Eddie: WATTTTTT
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Parody of fave book but Reddie
Parody of Girl, 15 by Sue Limb
Chapter 28 if you’re wondering! ‘But Eddie,’ said Jenny, blush spreading across her cheeks. 'its not Henry I’m crazy about. It’s Richie.’
Eddie’s world seemed to split apart. Words went peculiar. The word 'Richie’, for example, stopped having any meaning. Maybe Jenny (OC) meant something else- or maybe she had said something else. Perhaps she had said 'Henry’ and it just sounded like 'Richie’. 'richie?’ echoed Eddie. The word came out in a tiny squeak. Jenny’s eyes swivelled around nervously: she looked at the sky,the grass, the tree trunk,her own knees. 'yes.’ she replied. 'Richie.’ It was impossible for Eddie to speak. Jenny- and Richie? Utterly weird. Eddie's heart was leaping about like a cat in a bag. Jenny fancied RICHIE? This was so totally out of order, Eddie could not comprehend it. He just stared open-mouthed at Jenny, looking, for a moment, rather unfortunately like a codfish. Jenny began to twist her hair in a jittery kind of way. 'its not a sudden thing,' she said. 'and it's nothing to do with what he said to me yesterday.' she blushed, and her eyes sparkled,even though they were modestly fixed on the earth. Probably beetles were already looking up and falling in love with her. 'i've always liked,you know, loved the way Richie is so- you know, like, clever and funny. Only I didn't let myself get, well, like too carried away because you and Richie were kind of close. So I, just, well, sort of stifled my feelings for him.' Stifled her feelings! Wow! Heroic! Give the girl a medal! 'anyway,' Jenny went on, 'Recently you haven't, like, spent so much time with Richie, and since you and Jess seem to be getting together, I thought you wouldn't, you know, like, mind.' Mind? MIND? Eddie considered the word 'mind'. It was such miles away from his feelings, he could hardly remember what it meant. Part two coming soon!
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Playtime part 4
Some shit gonna go down! Be warned! The light began to fade and Jenny smelled the evening breeze. It smelt sweet, like honey. She recognised the smell as wild strawberries, so she walked towards the source. It was close to the quarry, she noticed,and she grabbed a rock, just as a test, and threw it. "One, two, three, fou-" There was a splash in the water below. "Hmm, four meters." She walked away and picked the strawberries like there was no tomorrow. It was ok...till the sound of footsteps came behind her and stopped.she plucked up the courage to turn around immediately, and gasped out loud. It was a clown. A... clown? "Umm..." She said, looking at the clown, confused. "Hello there Jenny!" "Uh..." She couldn't bring the words up. "I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown! Those are very nice strawberries! Mind if I had a taste?" Jenny looked at he clump of berries in her hand and back to 'Pennywise' "Sure....i guess..." She held her hand out. To her surprise, he was just gonna eat OUT OF HER HAND. It got really weird when he licked her hand. "H....HEY! WHY DID YOU LICK MY HAND?!" Pennywise smiled. "You taste delicious~" Jenny took a step back. "WHA!!?" Suddenly more footsteps were heard. Pennywise snapped his head toward them and walked backwards to the edge. "Bye, yummy~" "UHHH!?" It was the gang and they all stopped when they saw him jump off. "Oh my fucking god, are you ok?"
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Playtime part 3
Jenny sat down at the table, grateful to have some sort of friends. She ate her food slowly and gradually finished it. Her eyes almost always on Richie. She never knew why, but that boy was seriously distracting. She was caught by Beverly sniggering. "What?" She asked, enhaling and snorting. "Why are you looking at me?" Beverly said something to Bill, the kid who stuttered, and turned towards Jenny "Nevermind me! Look who's got a crush agoing!" Jenny whacked her on the arm with a groan. She wanted to kill her new friend on the spot. "Shhhuttttttt itt! Don't be a bitch!" Eddie, the smaller boy, looked over. Her hadn't properly talked her yet, so he slipped away from Richie and sat in front of Jenny. "Hi,I'm Eddie. Welcome to the loser club." Jenny smiled and said: "Jenny, Jenny Jones." Who was this other boy? He was so interesting yet so normal! She couldn't pick!
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Playtime part 2
Jenny was walking to class again. The complicated sheet before her held no proper answer to her question: 'where the fuck am I?' She walked a few corridors and found herself in the lobby again. The clock ticked eerily in the background, and upon hearing that, she knew maybe: A) she was late B) no one went this way. She found the girls toilet and was surprised to find the cubicle was occupied. "Um..how long will you be in there?" She asked, politely. The was a gasp and a cough, then the door opened an inch. "What? I thought I was the only one who stayed off of lesson." Jenny sniggered and sighed. "I'm new here, and I couldn't find my classroom. I just thought hiding here would be fine, y'know.." The girl stepped out and threw a cigarette in the trash. "The names Beverly, but my friends call me Bev. Or, as Richie Tozier says, Pixie Maguire." Jenny stood back in shock. "As in Richie? He seemed so nice in my class yesterday. He asked for a pen and almost called me hot." Beverly looked like she would laugh but held back. "I was gonna say, Richie has a habit of doing that, calling girls hot. But nice, no. He's the trashmouth here." Jenny and Beverly sniggered and shared stories for the most of the hour till the bell rang for lunch. "Well, see you around, or, maybe.." Beverly looked thoughtful. "What?" "Come and eat lunch with me and the crew, you'll fit right in." Jenny smiled and the invitation to join. "Why not?" What next,huh?
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Someone tell me something to write about. Anything u want, I will do. ANYTHING that you want me to write about.
. I'm doing a requesting week, starting today. Anyone want anything done, I'll write it. Reddie. IT. Anything. Even an awkward moment in a cafeteria were this girl trips and food flies. Anything you request, ask.
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What do you fear the most?
This is way off the topic of IT, so it will be a different thing for me. Basically it's about the Doomsday Clock. If you don't know what it is, Google is always there. What do you fear the most? Part 1 Janet was only 12 when her father died. The day started off like any other, except he decided to take her to work with him. Michael Cerpata was an average 39 year old man, destined to be a new Nobel prize winner. He, and his team, created what only can be described as the Doomsday Clock. They tuned it to time and space, calculated the years and released the time to the world. Only then the trouble started. The clock was inanimate, frozen. All the televisions at the time were on, focused on the clock. Curious, they all turned to Michael, who described the inner workings. A joke or two spread, then the world plunged into total silence. The minute hand and clicked into 00:01. Michael's face turned sheet white. He dashed off of the stage and Janet, unaware, was pulled away from the clock and home. A few hours later, the news of his death spread. Janet rushed to her local library and spent nearly her whole life in there, reading about wars, 9/11 and 2012. Unknown to her, the clock had struck every day in the very same lab it had begun, and by 2018, midnight would strike. But no-one, no-one except Michael would know the consequences of ignoring each tick. No-one could even guess what was coming. Ok that was rubbish...tell me what to do next, what should Janet's life be about after the library? Should she have a love interest? Bullies? Tell me!
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How do you write so good? I'm awful and I don't understand how you do it!
Oh gosh I’m not that good. Practice, you should look at my older stuff, it’s teerible.
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Just marry already you're practically crying into eachothers shoulders! MARRY ALREADY!!! T^T this makes me cry tooooo
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