#ITcast

[xoxoizy]

SOBBING AND CRYING AND DOING FLIPS AND AND

[lilac-stan]

i’m gonna get hate for this but i’m just going to say it. stan uris is not the best character in IT. i’m sorry, he just isn’t. he doesn't deserve that title. i’m so tired of everyone calling him the best character in IT when he’s actually the best character in the world. 

[yozora]

Wyatt Oleff by Anthony Giovanni + Edwin J. Ortega for Mood Magazine, September 2019 Issue.

[shit4edit]

jack & finn messy icons

like if u save

[sophmp3]

nobody:

richie tozier:

[zombiieboness]

Nic really said 😀

[natewrightt]

the cast of IT: *breaths*

me: 💕💕💘💘💖💘💞💗💓💞💞💝💘💕

[half-confused-blood]

My Jessica Chastain drawing I did for her birthday, but I forgot to post here.

[the-v-in-losers]

I had to..🌈

[the-oneiros]

[artpommes]

• Beverly Marsh •

[zachbiller]

[lilac-stan]

💝💞💓💗oh💖💘💕💝💞oh fuck💓💗💖💘💕💝sorry guys💞💓💗💖💓sorry💘💕💝💓💗💖💘💕i’m just dropping my love💝💘💕for stan uris💕💝💞💓💖all over 💗💖💕💝💓💗💖the place💘💕💝💞💓💗💖💘💕💝sorry💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💓💗💘💖💝💞💓💗💖oops💕💘💝

[yozora]

Wyatt Oleff by Emily Soto for RAIN Magazine.

[sophmp3]

every time i hear love of my life by queen now, i ugly cry. BECAUSE ALL I CAN SEE IS RICHIE AND EDDIE

[bowersgangobsessed]

Maybe Later

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff! My feet kick up dust as I walk onto set. I walk up to Owen’s trailer and open the door. I step in, dropping my coat and turning to see him facing away from me. I walk up and wrap my arms around him. “Hey baby.” His hand reaches for mine and holds it close. “Hi.” I lift my head confused. His voice sounds strange and muffled. “Are you alright?” He turns and I see his face properly. Fake flesh hangs off his face and cloudy contacts cover his usually blue eyes. “Damn.” He smiles, leaning closer to my face as I lean away. He pouts before pulling back. “What? No kiss hello?” I shake my head, smiling slightly. “Not when you look like that babe.” He smirks, the fake flesh squeaking slightly as he moves. “Aw come on baby. You know you like it.” I shake my head, chuckling softly. “Maybe later zombie boy.” He reaches for my hand, bowing slightly. His lips press to my knuckles softly. His eyes stare up at me, milky white and dead looking. “I’ll hold you to it gorgeous.” He stands back up, cupping my face in his hands. His eyes stare at me, pleadingly. “I love you.” I smile, resting my hand on his. He leans in, pressing his lips to my forehead. “I love you too.” “Owen! Get out here!” He pulls away, his hair swinging slightly. “I’ll be back.” I nod, brushing my lips against his knuckles. “I’ll be here.” He smiles before walking out into the bright outside world.