#itmovie textpost

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

Richie: dab on them haters

Mike: what if the haters dab back?

Richie:

Richie:

Richie:

Eddie: you fucking broke him Mike

[gazebo-pills]

[takeunobow]

Pennywise is so relatable

• hates children

• is literal trash because he lives in the sewer

• wants to eat all the time

[thatgrossman]

Richie: “Hey Loser! Say Kid backwards!”

Eddie: “Dick?”

Richie: “Hahaha! That’s gay”

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

I.love.mike.hanlon.

you fucking know why.

he isn’t just some farm boy,

he is courageous,

amazing,

handsome,

and a fucking valid character.

he cares about his friends sincerely and I just love him so much ok bye.

also, chosen is so underrated

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

Richie: hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Eddie: are you calling me Satan, asshole?

Richie: *finger guns out of the room*

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

stenbrough//tastes and smells are different in the rain;

pt: 1

Note: this is set in present time and the Pennywise shit still happened

Bill couldn’t sleep, he needed something to drink, to soothe his dry, Sahara desert throat. He dragged his body out of his twin sized bed and fell quietly on the wood planks.

He went downstairs, in his white and beige striped pajamas, into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door as sneakily as he can, really cautious so his parents don’t hear. Ever since Georgie passed away, they’ve been anxious and over reacting. They’d probably come in the room with a gun if they heard just one floorboard creak.

He grabbed the half-empty milk carton and grabbed a plastic cup from a bag at the counter, he placed both on the table and poured the milky white substance into the cup (im sorry ff I had to do it)

He chugged down the whole thing, he could feel his throat soothe and finally feel smoother, he put the cup into the trash and the carton into the fridge and cautiously went upstairs. Tip toe after tip toe, he went up to his door until he heard some ruckus from Georgie’s room. He turned his head and walked up to the door, he creaked the door an inch to his and looked inside to see his father putting Georgie’s blankets, stuffed animals, art materials, all into a trash bag. He eyes began to tear up and he could feel the salty water fall down his cheeks and land on the wood floors, he watched his father shove every little thing violently into that Glade fucking trash bag, the lemon scented shit won’t make a difference since the things in the bag are a whole other story.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he walked back into his room and collapsed on the floor, how? why? Why the fuck would his parents do this, those were Georgie’s, how could they? Those things were so precious to him, why would he just stuff in a black, worthless trash bag. He couldn’t take it anymore, he took his brown backpack and stuffed as much shirts, underwear, and pants into it as quick as possible. He needed to get away from this toxic family, but his angry manner couldn’t stop the you tears, or the sadness, or the endless pain.

He took his phone and stared at it, where should he go to stay?

Mike? No, then he would be forced to do farm work.

Richie? Nope, his house smells like booze.

Eddie? Mom would kick him out of the house in an instance.

Ben? He wished, they’re out of town for the weekend.

Stan? Stan. Stan! Stan could help him, he’s always been there for him. He’s always been by his side, he smiled at his phone and quickly selected Stan’s contact.

The phone rang, Bill worried that he won’t pick up, he prayed that he might.

“Bill?”

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

stan: I’m gonna take a bath

me: *crawls through book*

me: YOU BITCH ASS HOE YOU BETTER NOT. IMMA BEAT YO FINE ASS IF YOU FINNA TRY.

Stan: chill it’ll be quick

me: QUICK MY ASS, YOURE TAKING MORE THAN A DAMN BUBBLE BATH MY MAN.

Stan:

Stan:

Stan:

Me: that’s what i thought

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

richie in the bath tub fully clothed: I’m washing me and my clothesss

eddie: what the fu-

stan: this hoe is fucking stupid

richie yelling: I’m wASHInG mE ANd My cLoTHES

bev: he so fucking drunk

richie murmuring: im washing me and my clothes...

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

GEORGIE DIDNT DESERVE BEING FUCKING DRAGGED INTO A GREYWATER ASS FUCKING SEWER BY A CREEPY CANABILISTIC PEDO WHO HAS A FETISH FOR ARMS. GEORGIE HAD A BEAUTIFUL DAMN LIFE AHEAD OF HIM, HE COUDL’VE HAD A WIFE AND KIDS AND A GREAT JOB. HE WOULDVE BEEN IN T HE L O S ERS GANG!! IM C R Y I. G. HE COULDVE JUMPED OFF THE QUARRY, HOLDING HIS BROTHER’S HAND, WITH TWO RELIABLE ARMS. I REST MY DAMN CASE GOODBYE.

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

if Bill had weed brownies for the first time

bill: hey babe, let's fuck.

richie: whaT THE FUCK

eddie: BILL GET YOUR DIRTY WEED HANDS OFF OF HIM

bill: wha- ohh you're not Stan

eddie: omg what

stan: holy shit

bev: what is happening, isn't he supposed to be in love with me?

stan: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT

ben: *silently celebrates*

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

Richie: *in the bathroom for 2 hours*

Bev: *knocks on door* what the hell is taking so long

Richie: um-uh I’m having my period!

Bev: ..take your time honey

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

OK BUT

SOPHIA GETS SEXUALIZED WAY TOO MUCH

I’ve seen comments about how ‘sexy’ and ‘hot’ she is, it’s truely disgusting, it makes me sick to my stomach.

and the comments are made by adult men and EVEN WOMEN sexualizing her and avoiding that she’s !!! 14 !!!

this shit needs to stop

Or imma beat an idiot up I stg

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

if Bill knew the future when Stan killled himself

“Hey Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how many ga-gal-gallons of w-water that bat-baths use up?”

“No, why are you-“

Bill is on the brink of tears, “Promise me,” Bill harshly grasps Stan’s hands, “never t-take a-a b-b-bath.”

Stan looks in his eyes worryingly, “I don’t understand, are you ok? Do yo-“

Bill interrupts him and shouts, “are you ok?” Bill starts to sob, choking on his own invisible words, “a-a-are you ge-gen-“ Stan starts to cry a bit too, startled by Bill’s emotional actions.

“I don’t get it-“

“Just!” Bill pleads, “never ever, take a bath. And lo-look me in t-the eyes w-wh-when you say this,” Stan looks up and stares into those glossy green eyes.

“Are you o-o-ok?”

Stan brings his hands up and cups Bill’s cheeks, Stan takes a hard, long and thoughtful minute. He was looking at Bill, taking in every little feature. Bill’s slight eyebags, his rosy lips, his veiny eyelids, everything.

He looked up to Bill’s eyes again and stares into his black irises.

“Yes.”

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

richie: *passes note to eds in class*

eddie: *opens it*

I like you, do you like me?

ㅁyes

ㅁdefinitely

ㅁabsolutely

-trashmouth

Eddie: *doesnt think it’s for him and passes it to the girl behind him*

richie:

and that’s the story of why richie was blasting love songs in 3 am at night and crying his eyes out

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

Eddie: I’m straight!

Richie: that’s not what chu said yesterdayyy