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Ah yes, tumblr not letting me upload 12 pages of a webcomic, what a surprise.
This is PART 2 of my last reddie comic.
You want a fix it? I have the perfect fix it.
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some extremely metal things eddie does in the book that didn’t make it into the movies:
laughs in henry’s face while getting his arm broken
kills henry by gouging his eye out and stabbing him with a broken perrier bottle after henry breaks his arm AGAIN
manipulates his abusive mother into letting him see his friends while lying in his hospital bed
shoves his whole-ass arm into it’s spider mouth and empties his inhaler from inside it’s throat
voluntarily sits in the smokehouse despite his “asthma” and actually lasts longer than some of the others
provokes henry into attacking him, then is bothered more by what his mother will say than his bloodied nose
says he doesn’t care about seeing patrick’s corpse because patrick spat in his face
yells at bill to kill it!georgie while it’s small, which actually shifts it’s attention away from bill and causes it to target eddie specifically in it’s next attack
beats the everloving shit out of the crawling eye
JESUS CHRIST YOU FUCKING PUSSIES I’M DOING THE MASHED POTATOES ALL OVER IT AND I GOT A BROKEN ARM
basically tells his mother’s ghost to go fuck herself, then accepts and finds peace with himself while he’s dying
the fact that he does almost all of the above with only one functional arm
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“jeez,” he said, “i take a girl on a laundry date and right away she wants to go Dutch.”
beverly laughed a little. “you sure?”
“i’m sure,” stan said in his dry way. “i mean it’s really breaking my heart to give up those four pence, beverly, but i’m sure.”
some loser’s club friendship that doesn’t get explored enough! scene from the novel where stan insists on helping bev clean up her bloodied bathroom.
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those early hours after a sleepover when you wake up before your best friend does
(head over heels - tears for fears)
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Buncha WIPs bc I’m not gonna finish this thing for a while
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i promised clown movie fanart and by god if im not gonna deliver (two months late)
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GUESS. STANLEY. COULD. NOT. CUT. IT. ✂️
had to do @kk-atelyn 's #dtiys on insta!! Stan & his birbs,,,, i googled maine birbs for this lmao
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“Like… I thought that maybe being with you constantly, like every single minute of the day, would… I mean you’re probably gonna go somewhere else, yknow? You’ve never talked about staying in San Francisco like I have and I thought that if we took this trip it’d take some of the… some of the shine off you, or whatever, make it easier.”
“Oh,” says Eddie.
“Yeah, but it hasn’t, you’re still kind of… you’re still shiny.”
“Well,” says Eddie.
“So go easy.” He laughs, kind of bitter, kind of weird. He shuts his eyes. “When you leave, I mean. Make it… make it gentle.”
bunch of illustrations from go west by @oneangryshot which is a fic i have been borderline obsessed with for literally over a year
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Part of the reason Stan was more traumatized that the other Losers is because his perception of reality was the most dramatically shifted. He was by far the most reliant on logic out of all of them, so when he was faced with a creature that defied logic, the thing he had built his foundation on shattered. My psychology professor said that a big part of PTSD is having your understanding of the world be so dramatically shifted that you have trouble coping. Another reason he was affected most was because he was one of the most innocent of the Losers. Dead inside and sarcastic, sure, but it wasn’t as much of a coping mechanism then. His innocence is seen when he thinks the police would help them and the fact he was scared of a painting as opposed to the more real world fear of his friends. The others had already become aware of how unfair the world was, but he learned in one of the most traumatic ways possible. This shift from an innocent boy who is confident in his view of the world to the traumatized teen who’s had his world shattered and warped into something much darker than he could have ever dreamed of begins during his bar mitzvah as he realizes his innocent trust in adults is misplaced and culminates to him crying as he faces his worst fear: a bleak reality that he, unlike the others, will never be able to truly escape from.
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very self indulgent reddie + bev apocalypse au
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