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Hi everyone. As some of you may know my sister is not doing well. On Friday, September 14th, 4 days after her 28th birthday, she had a seizure and went into cardiac arrest very abruptly with no warning signs. She’s had two pacemakers put in for her failing heart, but as it would turn out, the issue is neurological.

Her heart stopped for 45 minutes and after doctors in the ICU were able to get pulses back she was flown out to Temple Hospital in Philly where she remains on life support and in a medically induced coma. Until yesterday her EEG was reading all artifact activity. She was put deeper into her coma yesterday and they are now seeing some activity. It’s a small glimmer of hope, but we still don’t know if she is going to pull through.

In the meantime, my family and I have taken on her bills and the medical bills will soon start piling in. I understand times are tough and that everyone is financially strapped so if you cannot donate I ask that you please keep my sister in your prayers and share this post. We are hanging on to every shred of hope we can get.

Thank you everyone for your love and support!

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when you see eddie’s wedding ring and it’s ugly

so you rush to the jewellery store to buy him a better one

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Richie, upon seeing Eddie for the first time after 27 years:

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Richie, who clearly doesn’t know the words to Footlose: FOOTLOOSE, PET GOOSE, PICKED A FIGHT WITH A MOOSE

Eddie: Richie no-

Richie: CHEESE, STIFF BREEZE, WATCH OUT THERE ARE TEN BEES

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I found this on Twitter 😍🤡

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Richie And Eddie Listening To "Smooth Criminal"

Eddie: I don’t get it.

Richie, rocking his head at the beat of the music: Huh?

Eddie: If he was such a smooth criminal then how come he left bloodstains in her carpet?

Richie: *sighs* Maybe he just wanted to leave a sign that he was there, y'know?

Eddie: But that’s not smooth at all, it’s just stupid! He’s a stupid criminal and he’s gonna get caught!

Richie: It’s a song, Eds.

Eddie: It doesn’t make sense!

Richie, singing: Eddie, are you okay? Are you okay, Eddie?

Eddie: THESE. ARE. NOT. THE. LYRICS!

Richie: Eddie, are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay? *pinches Eddie’s cheeks*

Eddie: Stop that! I hate it when you do that!

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"Six Phone Calls" In A Nutshell

Pennywise, crawling out of the sewer: I lived, bitch.

Mike: Shit, he’s back. *taking his cellphone out of his pocket* Now i gotta call these assholes…

LATER…

• • •

Mike, on the phone with Bill: Pennywise is back, bitch.

Bill: *gasp* Holy shit. I-I-I’m on muh-my w-way… suh-suh-since when d-do i huh-have a fu-fucking s-stutter?

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Mike, on the phone with Eddie: That evil clown/alien/demon is back. Can you come over?

Eddie: *sighs* I’ll do my best, but i can’t promise anything, though. I have a headache that comes and goes.

Myra, entering the room: Eddie-bear!

Eddie: There she is.

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Mike, on the phone with Beverly: It’s here and you made a promise, please come over, we’re just a bunch of stupid boys.

Bevely, smoking a cigarette: I’ll be there for sure.

Tom: BEVERLY!

Beverly: Just gonna have to whoop some ass first, be right back. Love you.

• • •

Mike, on the phone with Ben: It’s back. You have to come to Derry, so we can defeat It.

Ben: *nods* ‘Kay, i’m coming. Let me just get real fucking drunk for a little while, be back soon. XOXO, bye.

• • •

Mike, on the phone with Richie: Rich-

Richie: Oh, hi, thanks for checking in, i’m… still a piece of garbage.

Mike: *rolls eyes* Guess who’s back? Back again?

Richie: Penis-wyse? *finger guns*

Mike, disappointed: Why are you like this?

Richie: Anyways, i can’t go. My manager is gonna be fucking pissed if i disappear for no reason.

Mike: *shrugs* Eddie said he’ll be here…

Richie: Nevermind, fuck my manager. I’ll book a ticket.

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Mike, on the phone with Stan: Pennywise is back.

Stan, holding a cold beer: That’s so sad, Patricia play Despacito.

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eddie: i got most of the kitchenware into the house but if you could get that last box of plates that’d be cool.

richie: this box right here?

eddie: …yeah. that box.

richie: this one? this box? this box full of plates?

eddie: …yes…

richie: you do know that plates are, like, really heavy, right?

eddie: they’re not that bad, richie

richie: okay, yeah, says you, but you could probably bench press five of me without breaking a sweat. i may be tall as shit but that doesn’t mean i’m tough. if i try to pick up that box, my arms will snap in two like uncooked pasta and the box will fall and all of our plates will shatter and glass will go everywhere and i’ll start crying.

eddie:

richie:

eddie: so if you bring in our clothes then i’ll take care of the box of plates.

richie: that’s probably for the best, thank you.

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Being in a fandom means so much more than just reading fanfic and being a little over obsessive, the struggle is real, ya know? You spend long nights looking for good fanfics, you get lost in day dreams about your otps being real, and you hide your screen when unexpected smut shows up, and these are just a few problems we face! We need more love.