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I really need chubby richie headcannons from you

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fat fuck richie my son

- he definitely uses his belly like a lil table. he puts his beer or plate on top of it as he watches tv like the old man he is.

- he has stretch marks on his thighs and belly.

- at first he felt really self conscious about gaining weight since he has been a very scrawny kid since kindergarten and this new type of change in his body was kind of foreign but he just. got used to it

- he tried to see what he could hold with his boob. he broke a plate

- he loves making 'the funny fat guy' jokes regarding himself

- like i said he got tits and an ass after he gained weight. it was a very nice addition since he was built like a door all his life

- you would think he would get stronger or something but no. still weak af

- he doesn't make the minecraft skeleton sound when he bumps into something anymore

i think that's about it

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sandbox love (literally)

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i am inside your brain

woah are you really

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richie is the type of guy who gets an ass and tits first when he gains weight

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the losers love each other moodboards (12/?) - Stozier 🪢

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what animals i think the lucky 7 would be(My personal bias )

bill: an orange cat

eddie: an otter

richie: a groundhog (the teef)

stan: a hedgehog idk why just

ben: a bear (or cub ig) (depending on age)

bev: a fox

and mike: a deer

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*About Richie*

Stan: NO. How could I like HIM? Because I DON'T like him. Because I CAN'T like him. If I like him, SHOOT ME.

Bev *Makes a finger gun*: POW

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I have an art project due today.........I procrastinated.............I had august, september, october, and november to do it...........it's due today..........I told my teacher I was done.........I'm crashing out..............

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(inside the 27 years canon gap except that by the end of it Stan does come back) Imagine Richie actually trying to find himself during college and getting a bf/situationship who looks too much like someone he can’t remember, who tells him he loves him in the afterglow everytime but any other time is plain out mean or just calls him names and disregards him, but Richie can’t give up the gentle touches or the kisses for the life of him and at the end the bastard just confesses to having a girlfriend leaving Richie empty and insecure, then Richie fills the hole gaping in his chest with loneliness and The Spotlight just for him to come to Derry with heartache to find the purest form of love he could ever ask for but not being able to take it in, something, something.

anon remind me to kiss you on the head because you just read my mind and put it into words in an immaculate way.

i genuinely think richie did have terrible/toxic relationships throughout his entire adulthood, caused by his terrible self esteem/image/insecurity issues, and he thought the 'love' would overshadow the mistreatment, the abuse, and all the crap that comes with that. he thought it was the only love he could get since he was him, richie tozier, trashmouth who was always annoying and insufferable to be around, etc. and if a person did manage to love him, why would he leave? when they made up for the 'mistakes' by showering him in 'affection' and 'love', when it is just an easy tactic to keep him around.

'relationship/situationship who looks too much like someone he can't remember' ARTGGGGGGGHHGHHH!!!!!!!! YES YES AND FCUKHBG YES!!!!!!!!!!! his friends always make fun of him for always falling/getting in relationships with the same type of guys and richie is like. huh? then you look at him and it is always the guys with golden locks, curly hair, moles, slim etc. he chases after an image he can't place in his memory in every guy he meets, and he fantasizes the guys who look like his 'ideal type' to have his 'ideal personality' when most cases they do not. but there is something so familiar about them, something that pulls him in, something that will get his words on the tip of tongue, something almost.

when that bastard who is cheating on his girlfriend with richie leaves him, richie is a mess because he can't understand. he can't understand why no one can love him, why no one can hold him, why no one can whisper sweet nothings to his ear without the need to make up for something? why is he always the one disregarded - why is he always the last?

it feels as though his heart is bursting open, aching.

but the ache is familiar, in a way. he knows this feeling - on the back corner, always there in a way he can't overlook but can't say it isn't there. there is something missing, someone missing. and he can't remember the first time he felt this ache. or how long it was been there.

so he turns to work. just work. no social life besides his old friends he made throughout years. he works, works and works till he can't think of anything else. he doesn't even lay in bed to sleep, just opens some dumb show to fall asleep to. he can't handle silence, he drowns every thought he has in random music and chatter.

until mike calls him. until he comes back to derry, until he settles in his assigned seat and talks back to his childhood friends, until he downs three shots and grins like he grinned in middle school - all teeth visible with his eyes shining.

until he comes.

until everything falls into place.

his golden curls that now has countless grays in, his defined cheekbones, his soft hazel eyes, his slim figure, his grandpa cardigan, his thin lips, his moles - his smile a couple seconds after their eyes meet.

stanley. stanley uris. his best friend. his best fucking friend.

his best friend who is looking at him like he hung the moon between snide jokes and laughs hidden behind his glass.

richie can't fucking take it. he feels overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the stare of him alone - when they hug for the first time he thought he was going to disappear in stanley's arms. it was like home. it was home.

THEY ARE IDIOTS OH MY GOD. JILL ME

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(inside the 27 years canon gap except that by the end of it Stan does come back) Imagine Richie actually trying to find himself during college and getting a bf/situationship who looks too much like someone he can’t remember, who tells him he loves him in the afterglow everytime but any other time is plain out mean or just calls him names and disregards him, but Richie can’t give up the gentle touches or the kisses for the life of him and at the end the bastard just confesses to having a girlfriend leaving Richie empty and insecure, then Richie fills the hole gaping in his chest with loneliness and The Spotlight just for him to come to Derry with heartache to find the purest form of love he could ever ask for but not being able to take it in, something, something.

anon remind me to kiss you on the head because you just read my mind and put it into words in an immaculate way.

i genuinely think richie did have terrible/toxic relationships throughout his entire adulthood, caused by his terrible self esteem/image/insecurity issues, and he thought the 'love' would overshadow the mistreatment, the abuse, and all the crap that comes with that. he thought it was the only love he could get since he was him, richie tozier, trashmouth who was always annoying and insufferable to be around, etc. and if a person did manage to love him, why would he leave? when they made up for the 'mistakes' by showering him in 'affection' and 'love', when it is just an easy tactic to keep him around.

'relationship/situationship who looks too much like someone he can't remember' ARTGGGGGGGHHGHHH!!!!!!!! YES YES AND FCUKHBG YES!!!!!!!!!!! his friends always make fun of him for always falling/getting in relationships with the same type of guys and richie is like. huh? then you look at him and it is always the guys with golden locks, curly hair, moles, slim etc. he chases after an image he can't place in his memory in every guy he meets, and he fantasizes the guys who look like his 'ideal type' to have his 'ideal personality' when most cases they do not. but there is something so familiar about them, something that pulls him in, something that will get his words on the tip of tongue, something almost.

when that bastard who is cheating on his girlfriend with richie leaves him, richie is a mess because he can't understand. he can't understand why no one can love him, why no one can hold him, why no one can whisper sweet nothings to his ear without the need to make up for something? why is he always the one disregarded - why is he always the last?

it feels as though his heart is bursting open, aching.

but the ache is familiar, in a way. he knows this feeling - on the back corner, always there in a way he can't overlook but can't say it isn't there. there is something missing, someone missing. and he can't remember the first time he felt this ache. or how long it was been there.

so he turns to work. just work. no social life besides his old friends he made throughout years. he works, works and works till he can't think of anything else. he doesn't even lay in bed to sleep, just opens some dumb show to fall asleep to. he can't handle silence, he drowns every thought he has in random music and chatter.

until mike calls him. until he comes back to derry, until he settles in his assigned seat and talks back to his childhood friends, until he downs three shots and grins like he grinned in middle school - all teeth visible with his eyes shining.

until he comes.

until everything falls into place.

his golden curls that now has countless grays in, his defined cheekbones, his soft hazel eyes, his slim figure, his grandpa cardigan, his thin lips, his moles - his smile a couple seconds after their eyes meet.

stanley. stanley uris. his best friend. his best fucking friend.

his best friend who is looking at him like he hung the moon between snide jokes and laughs hidden behind his glass.

richie can't fucking take it. he feels overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the stare of him alone - when they hug for the first time he thought he was going to disappear in stanley's arms. it was like home. it was home.

THEY ARE IDIOTS OH MY GOD. JILL ME

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🌲🧣FESTIVE FEMREDDIE: day six🧣🌲

First outfit doodle scrap of the month bc I had work today and only just now finished 🙂

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no wonder she gave you that ugly ass haircut

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i actually fucking hate mentioning IT and the person i’m talking to goes “oh the movie with the clown??” like. yeah. i fucking guess. IT IS THE LEAST IMPORTANT CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE FILM. IT’S FOUND FAMILY. IT’S BOYS IN LOVE IN THE 80s. IT’S BREAKING THE CYCLE. IT’S A GIRL BEING ONE OF THE BOYS. but i guess the stupid fucking dancing clown was also there. wasting everybody’s FUCKING TIME and killing RICHIE TOZIER’S BOYFRIEND

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Matchmaking was fun for Frankie Kaspbrak at first, but now it’s just boring.

Based on this fic by @beep-beep-sunny .

Full art below.

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MY DRAFT AND INBOX IS FINALLY EMPTY 💪🏽💪🏽

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do you think richie (if these words did exist back then) would annoy the losers / eddie with brainrot words?

Yes I think he would very much so, it would be so fucking annoying. Stan would definitely punch him because of how many times he constantly says 'gyatt'.

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CAN YOU MAKE HEADCANNONS ABOUT MY OC AND HENRY BOWERS!!??

I may need more info about your OC 🙏🏽🙏🏽