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HI

i’m not active on here anymore butttt i am on twitter!!!! my @ is @colorfulcaleb

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Stan’s bar mitzvah speech - deleted scene.

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#IS THIS NOT HOW IT HAPPENED

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♡ a hanzier mood board  ♡

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it 1990 + reddie hug

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when bev left, a part of richie did too. it tugged at her shirt sleeves, begged for her return, settled next to her and watched helplessly as she cried herself to sleep. his room still smelled like her sometimes, cherries and cigarette smoke. he waited nights on end for a tap on the glass, for that moment when she’d return and they’d take to the streets with bottles of cheap beer and stolen cigarettes hanging from their lips. he longed for the nights of recklessness, hands intertwined, knees bruised with how many times they tripped over their own two feet. he’d wait for days for that little red flag on the mailbox, hoping that for once it’d be a sign that she was still there - that she was still alive. it never came. the promises stained in his skin were crumbling more with every second that flew pass. he missed her - he missed the feeling of her hair tickling his cheeks, and the wistful conversations they shared deep into the night - when the sky turned obsidian, and the world stood still. when it was just them against the world, and nobody else. the world felt bleaker without beverly marsh, the absence of that red shock of hair dulling derry even further. 

and, then, he too forgot to keep sending updates. he too forgot about the dimples in her cheeks, and the freckles across her nose. who was beverly marsh? did he know her once? 

eventually, the kaspbraks started packing their bag’s. richie didn’t stop trembling for days - when his hands shook, eddie held them softly in his own, he kissed the bruises that formed on richie’s knuckles, brushed his palm against the pallor of richie’s cheek. ‘i love you, don’t leave me’ - the whisper pushed from his lips, the ghost of a confession, the quietness of a kiss. they wrapped themselves around each-other that night, limbs tangled in one another like the winding of a web. the stars shone a little brighter, their hearts beat a little louder. the moment was infinite, endless - but then it wasn’t.

the beat up car, with the mangled license plate pulled out of the driveway, sonia didn’t let him say goodbye. there was no hugs, no kisses, no ‘i’ll never forget’s’. there was nothing but pain, a hole where his heart should have been, a cautious wave from his bedroom window. and then he was gone, and for weeks richie waited on the promise of a phone call that never came, for weeks richie sobbed into a pillow that still smelled like sugar and strawberry cream. for weeks he tried to find the words to say packaged in a letter, before he was forced to remember that sonia wouldn’t give him their new address. he remembered that their red line was tethered the second eddie left derry. he remembered the piece of him that was taken, he wondered when he’d get to leave too.

and then he forgot. he forgot how dizzy eddie made him feel - he forgot the taste of his lips, and the sound of his voice. sometimes, the name, eddie kaspbrak would leave a classmate’s lips and richie’s lips pinched together and he tried to remember where he’d heard it before - but nothing came up. he didn’t know a boy named eddie kaspbrak, it didn’t ring a bell.

eventually, richie leaves too. they all do, but he’s the third one. theres a promise hanging in the air, a promise that he won’t miss derry. he won’t miss the chills that ran up his spine whenever he got too close to the kissing bridge, he won’t miss tripping over his own two feet as he ran away from the tired slurs thrown at his every action, he wouldn’t miss the constrained smiles of his parents when he talked a little louder than he should. he would however miss the warmth of bill denbrough, and the softness of ben hanscom. he’d miss the heart of mike hanlon, and the gentle prodding of stan uris. he’d miss the cuddles, and the movie marathons. he knew he would, he hoped they would miss him too.

just two weeks later he finds polaroids in the bottom of his suitcase, there’s something vaguely familiar about the boy with the endless dimples, and the girl who wore her overalls a little too big. something familiar about the way the freckled boy clung to him, or the joking stare of big brown eyes. but he couldn’t place it. he couldn’t place any of their faces - he wondered how he knew them, he wondered if they were just passing faces in the crowd. he wish he knew, but eventually, he forgot about those too. he forgot about the blurry pictures that he had thrown into the cardboard box in the closet, he forgot - and he didn’t remember, he wouldn’t. not for a long time.

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Jack Dylan Grazer in ‘Tales of Halloween - The Weak and the Wicked’ (2015)

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the Boys of IT 2017

(original post here)

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you cannot convince me this didn’t really happen

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they say victorias secret,❌ we say the sewers ✔

they say 1 direction 😤 we say the losers club 😩

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“We’re all afraid of one thing..”

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imagine thinking that eddie kaspbrak is straight. can’t relate

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eddie saying “sorry mommy!” that all, that’s literally it

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These Clothes Don’t Fit Us Right

Stan loves Bill, who loves Beverly

Richie loves Eddie, who doesn’t love anyone (and likes it that way)

They find comfort in each other

Keep reading

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concept: Chosen Jacobs as Spider-Man

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Crayon Color Asks

Bubble Gum: Gender?

Almond: Hair color?

Aquamarine: Eye color?

Asparagus: Birthday?

Cerise: First name?

Dandelion: Middle name?

Leather Jacket: Long or short hair?

Pink Sherbert: Short or tall?

Lavender: Braces?

Manatee: Smoker or non smoker?

Mountain Meadow: Drank or still drink alcohol?

Wisteria: Ever done drugs?

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself?

Black Shadows: Something you're allergic to?

Denim: Any diseases?

Raw Umber: Sexual orientation?

Misty Moss: Kissed anyone other than family?

Outer Space: Had sex?

Shadow: Name of crush?

Smashed Pumpkin: Why you like the person you do?

Magic Mint: Number of people you dated?

Steel Teal: Longest time you've dated someone?

Thistle: Number of best friends?

Eggplant: Number of siblings?

Fuchsia: Number of pets?

Plum: Still live with parent(s)?

Razzmic Berry: Name of your mother?

Sonic Silver: Name of your father?

Sea Serpent: Both parents still alive?

Eucalyptus: Country you live in?

Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit?

Winter Sky: Number of days missed from school this year?

Mystic Maroon: Met anyone famous?

Dark Venetian Red: Dream job?

Radical Red: Aesthetic?

Malachite: Something you love?

Moonstone: Something you love the smell of?

Bittersweet: Favorite music artist?

Lemon Glacier: Favorite album?

Inchworm: Favorite song?

Scarlet: Favorite book?

Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show?

Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie?

Blue Bell: Favorite restaurant?

Medium Orange: Favorite fruit?

Mulberry: Favorite vegetable?

Canary: Favorite class in school?

Periwinkle: Favorite website?

Black: Favorite season?

Ruby: Favorite holiday?

Midnight: Favorite day of the week?

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower?

Sea Green: Favorite animal?

Timberwolf: Movie theater or Netflix?

Blizzard Blue: Buying music or downloading from YouTube?

Im just trying to get sleepy so distract me please

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