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MOVED

ah okay i had to make a new account because this one is seriously messing up for some reason?? but follow my new account @ stenbrouqh  

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are you serious okay dang i may have to make a new account because this one is seriously messing up and glitching i dont know whats wrong

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walking meme

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I come out of this refrigerator and start walking towards him [Jack Dylan Grazer, who plays Eddie], very much in his face. When they shout action, I get really into it – it’s really, really intense. I’m drooling all over him, and Jack is, like, gagging and crying and screaming and it’s horrible, but you know, it’s for the movie. I kind of plough through and then as soon as they say ‘cut’ I go, ‘Hey, yo, are you OK Jack?’ And he turns to me and goes, ‘Yeah man, that’s fucking awesome! I love what you’re doing, you’re awesome!

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IT Ask Game!

Requested by anon-

Georgie: What’s your most prized possession/ weirdest possession?

Richie: what’s one of the funniest/stupidest stories you have?

Ben: a haiku about one of the Losers

Bev: what’s one of your fears, and how would you react to Pennywise turning into it?

Eddie: what’s your inhaler? Aka, what do you use/do to calm down?

Stan: what’s something you hate but everyone seems to love?

Bill: a book or movie rec and why you love it?

Pennywise: if you could be a mythical creature, what kind would you be and why?

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reddie + 14?

yES good choice 

14. sitting on someone’s lap

It was a Friday night and the Losers decided to kick off the weekend with a horror movie marathon at Bill’s house since his parents were going to be away for the weekend with his little brother Georgie.

They had spent the past thirty minutes arguing over which horror movie to watch before Beverly shut them all up and picked one on Netflix called Hush. The Losers all squeezed together on the furniture in Bill’s living room: Bill and Stan were cuddled together in the recliner while Ben, Beverly, Mike, and Eddie squeezed together on the couch, leaving Richie alone on the ground, something he was not very happy about. At least Beverly had the decency to play with his hair.

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The Cast of the 2017 remake of Stephen King´s It- Part IV

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oh eddie, you can’t go. you’re getting over your sickness, remember? 

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loving someone - reddie

BLURB : years after the IT incident, the loser’s slowly drift apart due to a misunderstanding on eddie’s behalf. the misfits haven’t been the same since that summer. now eddie comes face to face with the mistake he made six months prior and his world gets turned upside down all because the losers didn’t try hard enough.

 WARNINGS: homophobia, depression, mentions of suicide

MASTERLIST

A/N If we want to be real legit i wrote this while listening to the 1975 and I think its one of the best things I’ve ever done so if you guys like it I’m doing a part two bc I want this to become a series maybe idk tell me what u think!

Eddie brought the pale blue inhaler up to his mouth with his right hand, pushing the hard plastic between his lips and holding. He released his grasp on the canister and took a deep breathe, feeling the medicine enter his lungs, relief fell over him. He brought the dispenser away from his lips with an exasperated sigh and glanced behind his shoulder.

“You’ve been smoking again Richie.” Eddie stated with a slight quirk of his eyebrow. He could practically taste the nicotine in the air. He cast a quick look in Richie’s direction before turning back to the book that rested in his other hand. Eddie was not impressed. Attached to Richie’s side was a barely conscious female. Eddie thought she was all too skinny to be able to hold herself up right. What a perfect match for Richie Tozier then.

“What are you doing here, Ed’s?” Richie questioned. He had long lost any form of character; his jokes were gone, his bad accents faded away. To an outsider, which is what you would call Eddie nowadays, Richie was a depthless human being void of any personality. He smoked too much and ran with the wrong crowd. He was a mystery to all those around him and if you thought you knew him you were wrong.

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie’s reply was hasty and subconscious. He sat on the table top, impatiently waiting for the boy to leave, he eagerly anticipated Bill’s own arrival, knowing that his appearance would send Richie away. None of the Loser’s, if you could still call them that, had spoken to Richie in months. They barely even spoken to each other, but they had all at least attempted to keep in minimal contact. All those expect Richie, who a few months back decided to drop off the face of Earth never to be heard from until he resurfaced a few months ago unconscious and laying in a hospital bed.

Rumours spread like wild fire, majority claiming him he had tried to O.D but just become another name added to the never ending list of unsuccessful suicide candidates. He stopped talking to the Loser’s and prevented any of the six to ever get closer enough to try. No one had ever found out the truth as to why the boy had disappeared. He was see moping around town and barely attending school, leeching off whichever drug addicted teenager could supply him with cigarettes.

Richie had lost an extreme amount of weight which paired with his tall, long limbed frame made Eddie want to vomit. Deep down he missed the boy a lot, he’d never tell him that because this Richie Tozier who stood present in front of him with dark circles under his eyes and the forever lingering smell of tobacco was not his Richie Tozier.  

As he stood in front of Eddie for the first time in five months all the small boy wanted to do was hug him and never let go. Eddie was beyond pissed that it was now of all times that Richie made his presence in Eddie’s life prominent again, after he left everything else fell apart. Eddie blamed Richie for all of it and he was not too quick to forgive him.

Eddie was broken out of his thoughts by a loud cough. Gazing in the direction of the noise, he locked eyes with Bill and noticed Stan trailing on behind. His body instantly relaxed as he stood to greet his old friends.

Richie turned in his place and watched the interaction between the three boys that he was hardly seen without during majority of his childhood. Enduring all three original members of their little club in such proximity to himself, was overwhelming to say the least. He could feel his face heating up and his heart beat erratically, if he stayed any longer he thought he may just have a panic attack. So, he took one last glance at the teens who seem to be having a mental conversation between one another, before pulling the sleeve of the ratty blonde-haired girl and heading in the opposite direction.  

Eddie glanced over to he now vacant spot where Richie once stood. Repressing the guilty feeling that was creeping its way into his heart.

“W-what’d he w-what?” Bill asked, eyebrows frowning on confusion as he starred at the side or Eddie’s face. Eddie shrugged his shoulders in response, his head shook slightly.

“He didn’t get that far.” Eddie paused to look up at Stan, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Do you think he’s okay?”

“I think it’s a bit late to ask that question, isn’t it?” Eddie felt his hand shake, and if Bill or Stan had ever asked, he would have blamed it on the wind for sending a chill down his spine. They all knew that would be a lie.

“What did I do wrong?” Eddie’s asks lowly, voice cracking through a sob, “What’d we do wrong?” Bill set his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him into a side hug. A sad smile playing on his lips, as he watches Eddie’s eyes glass over using his peripheral vision. He glanced at Stan who just shook his head in disappointment before saying,

“We just didn’t try hard enough.”

A/N I get too excited when I write I s2g I wasn’t gonna post this today. if yall want part two let me know!

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the losers club + troubled birds

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i saw georgie 

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wyatt oleff and jack dylan grazer

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old people bother me…. but no

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moodboard; the losers club as flowers // stan uris ❀ cyclamen

symbolizes resignation and goodbye im sorry about this one

“cause when you’re alone as a kid, the monsters see you as weaker. you don’t even know they’re getting closer. until it’s too late.”

bev - mike - richie - eddie - ben - bill

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Welcome to the loser’s club, asshole!

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i’m all hearteyes