#` * i. BARMITZVAHED / STAN

[panicfaultedarchive-blog]

♢ ( i'm weak for forehead kisses okay )

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to…  || Selectively Accepting♢: Forehead or cheek kisses@barmitzvahed

▌█ ∵  🛁   ∵ █ ▌It had been a short time since everything had happened. As strong as friendships had become there was still the singular event from the day they all fought It that remained very clear in her head. It would not be a lie to say that part of her, the smallest part hated herself for not doing anything. That often happened when she panicked, she forgot what she was doing or how to do things and suddenly she couldn’t do anything. Even though she had apologized, more than she needed to and probably had said the words so many times he was getting tired it didn’t make her feel any better.

Today had been a particularly rough one, comments, words things made her reflect more and more on what happened and the guilt had been a lot. Her parents having taken her with them while they met with his to have lunch her arms had wrapped around him quickly. A million and one apologies were uttered into his shoulder once again before pulling away only the slightest. The last thing she had ever wanted was something bad to happen to him, and yet she had sat idly by while something did, to say she felt bad would be a massive understatement but it was the only word she could think of. And suddenly, thoughts pulled from how bad she did feel as she felt lips pressed against her forehead. Admittedly she was slightly confused at first but then, confusion and guilt left her body as lips fell into a small smile, cheeks tinting the slightest shade of pink before head turned away. She still couldn’t pinpoint the exact word for how she felt about Stanley but it was certainly one she was actively seeking out. As much as she tended to ignore the inability to find words this one, this time it was important to her just like he was.

Pushing back her hair before her smile erupted into a larger one, once again arms finding her way around him before a soft laugh fell past her lips. He some how, some way always managed to get her to smile like this, even before coming to Derry she had never smiled like this. He had to be some sort of magician and if that was true well then for the first time she would believe in that rather than the logical explanation for things. A shorter hug than previous one before pressing her own kiss against his cheek. ❝ Stanley, you are much too kind to me. Do you know that? How you manage to be so sweet is still a mystery to me.❞

[girlmourn-a-blog]

really sucky / horribly written 2 AM head-canon thing on the topic of stan’s death @barmitzvahed​ bc of that meme you reblogged ! / PERSONALS / NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS DO NOT REBLOG !!!

kim is told that stan is dead along with the rest of the group, having stood in wonder of where their best friend could be; the news hits kim like a brick -- no, a train. if the clown’s return wasn’t enough, she’d have to deal with the death of someone who meant a lot to her. they had all experienced the slight memory loss, the unclear and vague times they shared in their childhood but it all came buzzing back after they were together again. she could never forget the time she spent with them, they meant a lot to her but stanley in particular had made one of the bigger impacts on her life. always her favorite, he held a special part of her heart and for him to be gone, it left her as vacant as she felt the day she was floating. heart broken girl has no heart now, what’s left of it crumples &&. she takes everything in slow, not being able to process the information as quick as the others.  she notices how they get over it in a matter of minutes, seconds even maybe --- how they’re able to go back to talking as if nothing ever happened and it doesn’t sit well with her, not one bit. how can they continue on without him? they were supposed to be eight, it just didn’t work as seven, it just didn’t work without stan. how can they stand there and not be angry? how can their blood not boil and tears fall from their eyes? how can they be okay, move on like it’s all okay, like fighting this thing without the eight of them will work? she’s furious, fire setting to flamed head ! anger doesn’t even begin to explain how she feels, it’s an array of emotions that all lead up to this fiery heart breaking numbness, a sadness she can’t describe. they all promised, they promised they’d come back if it did too, they promised they’d never leave each other, that they’d always be losers, that they’d always be friends, it would always be the eight of them -- why did they  break that promise? why did this happen? why didn’t the others care? why was she the only one aching? why did stan leave them -- her?

[scribblingstars]

      “  i tried reading about it,  but there were  way  too many  jew-y words.     didn’t get it.     like,  what’s gonna happen?      like   -   are they gonna slice it off in front of everybody?  ”

@barmitzvahed​ | starter call

[azidreams]

Imagine Richie going to stan and patty’s wedding like he did back when they were thirteen at the barmitzvah! I hate to make it feel like all the other losers didn’t care cause they probably did but Richie probably heard from somewhere he was getting married and got in touch with Stan and maybe postponed a show or some other plans to go to his wedding and he was probably really excited to meet patty and would make jokes about Stan to her and embarrass him. Richie would probably go out of his way to buy a kippah and would possibly be the only one there with a kippah on but it would be so sweet because he made efforts!!

[misplacedxeggos]

Preference - First “I Love You”

Cast

JAEDEN You were in the mall shopping with Jaeden when you heard your favourite song start to play

You dropped all of your bags and dragged Jaeden to a place out of the way of other people

You started to jump and dance around

Jaeden just stared straight at you with awe written all over his face

He laughed and started dancing with you

He just casually said while laughing

"I love you!"

You were shocked and stared at him confused

"What?"

He looked down at you are replied with

"You heard me"

WYATT You were having a "Battle of Aether" championship

He had won the previous 5 rounds and you were determined to win the next

Luckily his manager called right as you were about to win

He got distracted for a split second and you finished him

You jumped around his room in victory

He quickly answered the phone putting them on hold

He grabbed your waist lightly and gave you a passionate kiss

Then he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours

Breathing out "I love you"

Not giving you a chance to respond he took his manager off hold his eyes never leaving yours

JACK You were on the set of Shazam visiting Jack and hanging out with the cast

While I was watching him film a scene Zachary started talking to me

"He talks about you all the time you know?"

"He talks about YOU all the time did you know that?"

"HA, no he doesn't"

"Oh my god please the kid doesn't shut up about you"

Jack just finished up his scene and walked over to the two of you

You both asked him at the same time

"You talk about me all the time?"

"Yeah of course I do, I love you both"

Zachary shrugged it off and went on to talk to Asher while you stared at him with a look of shock written all over it

"You've never said that before"

Dread filled his eyes as he realised what he had just done

"You don't have to say it bac-"

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss him when he was called for another scene and had to go but he left you with a quick peck on the mouth whispering he'll be back soon

FINN Finn's parents trusted both of you so you were allowed to have a sleepover with him

Hence why you were currently cuddling rubbing his back while he talked about his day

He started to drift off into sleep in the middle of his sentence but you didn't care as he had a long day

You kept tracing shapes onto his back always coming back to a heart

Closing your eyes you began to fall asleep when suddenly Finn traces a heart on your lower back soothing you

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you mumbling "I love you"

Characters

BILL You were riding home with Bill from the quarry

It was a really nice date that you had just gone on

He had set up a cute picnic with all of your favourite foods

Today was the perfect day with your hair blowing in the wind behind you

He dropped you off at your house but you tripped getting off of the bike

He hurriedly jumped off and helped you walk up to your house

Inside Bill set you on the counter and called Eddie who told him what to do

After he cleaned the knee and put a band-aid on it you muttered a small thank you and looked him in his eyes

"I love you Bill"

"I-I love you t-too y/n"

STAN You were helping him practice his pronunciation for his upcoming Barmitzvah

His dad told you both to pick it back up tomorrow and to put the Torah back

You walked down into the hallways not wanting to see the creepy painting

Both of you goofed off for as long as you could

Mr Uris got mad at Stanley for being a baby and told him to get over with it

"Uh excuse me sir but that painting in your office is scary as fuck. I don't care if I'm not allowed to help Stan anymore for telling you this, but you had to know and it's honestly fucked up you have it in your office."

"I mean what kind of a grown-ass man has a painting of a hellish looking girl in their workplace and tell their kid to get over it when they are genuinely terrified of it?"

"Gosh I love you y/n"

EDDIE You and Eddie were washing dishes as he had just eaten dinner with you and met your parents

"Are you sure they liked me?"

"Of course they did, my mom can't get over the fact of how polite you are and my dad just loves that you aren't like Richie"

"Oh thank god cause I really like you"

"Good cause I really like you too," you kiss him and right as you pull away he boops your nose with dish soap

You gasped and took a wad of it patting it right on his cheek

You thought he was about to tell you off about the germs you just gave him

But instead, he surprises you and starts to chase you

You made it safely to the living room until you felt his arms snake around your waist and you were spun around

Both of your laughs were echoing off the walls all around you

"I love you y/n l/n"

"And I love you Eddie Kaspbrak"

RICHIE Your parents didn't really trust you with Richie but you assured them that you both would behave and have the door always open

He was over at your house for a sleepover and it was late into the night

You were having a ton of trouble sleeping as the wind was keeping you up

Richie, on the other hand, was out cold as the wind helped him immensely

You stared at Richie counting his faint freckles

You had been thinking of how lucky you were to have Richie in your life

You wanted to tell him but he was deep in slumber so you just whispered to yourself

"I'm so lucky I have you. I love you"

Instead, you leaned over and tried to kiss his cheek but at the last moment his face moved, causing you to kiss him on the lips

He mumbled "I love you too"

[andersssandrew]

I really like the idea Stan and Richie shared their first kiss when they were 12-13.

It was an innocent experiment. For Stan, it was interesting for the transgression, because he started a rebellious phase (cf the speech to his barmitzvah), for Richie, it was a confirmation about he didn't feel like doing the same with girls (and he could replayed the kiss in his head but with Eddie and it was super nice)

[girlmourn-a-blog]

@ledguilt @wheeziess @barmitzvahed

What dorks

[personalokime]

IT preferences-#1

How you meet.

Bill

You used to babysit Georgie. It was how you met Bill.

You knocked on the door, pulling your jacket closer around your body. It was a chilly evening and your cheeks had turned a rosy pink. It wasn’t long till the door had opened and Mrs. Denbrough ushered you into the house.

“Georgie is upstairs asleep, so all you really need to do is just put him back to bed if he wakes up if that’s OK? Now William is here so if you need anything just ask him. Alright, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye Mrs. Denbrough.”

The door closed behind the couple and you turned around, jumping back once you had done so. A tall, skinny boy was standing behind you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m William, but everyone calls me Bill.”

Stan

As if being the Rabbi’s only child wasn’t bad enough. No, he had to drag you to another Rabbi’s son’s barmitzvah. Oh, joy. So, here you were, sitting in the synagogue, waiting for this thing to start. The Rabbi of this town approached your father, striking up a conversation and you sunk back in chair with a sigh.

Soon, but not soon enough, the ceremony started, and you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the boy this was all for. The minute he started talking, you were entranced.

Once the ceremony was over, you leapt from the pews in order to try and meet him. Not being able to see him, you turned back around only to bump into the boy himself. His hands gripped your arms gently, preventing you from tumbling to the ground.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry about that! Are you OK?”

With a nod you told him you were OK, still rendered speechless by the sound of his voice. He held out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Stan.”

Richie

“No, no, no.” you yelled at the machine, hitting it with your hands, but to no avail. You still died. You couldn’t believe it. You had spent the last two hours on that game, had spent hours on it for months and still couldn’t beat it. With a groan you went to grab another quarter, only to find you had none left. But to your surprise, a hand placed a quarter into the coin slot.

“Your playing it wrong.” was all he said before grabbed your wrist, tugged you to stand in front of him and placed his hands over yours.

“This is how you play it.” For the next hour, and with his help, you played the game in record time, and actually beat it this time too. You spun around to face the boy standing behind you.

“Thank you so much. Would you like a slushie…” you waited for him to fill in his name.

“Richie. And yes I would.”

Eddie

Being Greta’s cousin came with the responsibility of working in the drugstore. So that’s where you were, Greta by your side, the sound of the tinny music, the pop of her gum and flicking of her magazine pages were the only sounds you heard. That is until the bell above the door chimed as it opened. You recognised the figure who walked in from school. It was Eddie Kaspbrak. You had never actually met but you had heard of him. He was here for his medication. You ignored Greta’s taunts of the boy until she uncapped a marker and started signing his cast. You knew what she was writing and Immediately grabbed a different coloured marker, waiting for her to finish so you could try and make it a bit better. The way his face fell as he took in the writing on the cast, tugged at your heart strings. Greta smirked and swanned off to the back room. You sighed and made your way over to the disheartened boy.

“Never mind her. She’s a bitch and everyone but her knows it.” he looked at you, surprised at your bluntness. “Can I sign your cast?”

“Uh, sure.” he hesitantly gave his casted arm over to you and you gently grabbed it. You uncapped the red marker and looked over the writing. LOSER, just what you thought. You uncapped the red marker and traced over the s replacing it with a v, turning loser into lover. He looked up at you surprised and held out his non-cast encased hand for you to shake his hand.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Eddie.”

Ben

You met Ben in the library. You were reaching up to grab a book on the history of Derry and was startled by another hand knocking into yours about to grab the same book. You stepped back in surprise, the book clutched to your chest and you, being the nice person you are, handed him the book.

“Here. Maybe I can read it when you’re finished…” you waited for him to supply you with a name and he didn’t disappoint.

“I’m Ben. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Mike

The door bell rang and your Mother yelled at you to get the door. Bounding down the stairs, you were straighting your clothes. You opened the door and smiled at the delivery boy. He had parcels of meat in his arms and you could feel your eyes widening as you took in his appearance. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks as his eyes widened upon seeing you and sent you a flash of a grin, dimples and pearly white teeth included. You stepped forward and took the parcels from him, struggling slightly under the weight bur managing.

“Thank you…”

“Mike.”

[letterstothelosers]

Stan- How was your Barmitzvah? And have you gotten any early Hanukkah gifts?

Khag Urim Sameakh, anon! I don’t receive any presents until sunday! Also, my barmitzvah feels forever ago. I mostly blocked it out, like that entire summer. - Stan

[methodcop]

Dragon x 2 !

POSITIVITY MEME | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse.

@sitched / @celebrityvictim / 89 others – DAMN GIRL. SO MANY MUSES, SO MUCH META. seriously, blythe, I’m in awe of essays on your muses’ backstory and their development. and knowing you like I do ooc, I know how much energy you pour into the characters you love and how much time you spend plotting their stories. basically, you care so much and it shows in everything you do. and ilu.

@algaenotwar / @barmitzvahed / all the others – look. sofia. I have never seen anyone stan as passionately for under-appreciated characters as you do. you go ALL IN and it inspires me. you’ve analyzed every little moment and tick and have thoughtful and extensive headcanons for everything. and I love that we’ve literally had conversations into the wee hours of the morning over the minutiae of the washburnes and the nebari and the abydonians… i love you and appreciate you forever bye

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

@barmitzvahed ------ STAN URIS / CONTINUED.

       “yeah, well, i’m ATHEIST and i don’t believe it either. but hey, whatever noah says goes.” she pauses. “i never believed in santa, but that’s probably because i caught my dad putting stuff under the tree one night when i was like five.”

[trshmth-blog]

@barmitzvahed is about to sin

                            “ OKAY, SO YOU’RE GONNA -- ”  Richie’s fingers fumble, and while not extremely graceful in his motions, definitely still more advanced than the rest of the gang, so it still seems like he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t, really.

               “ Put this to your lips like a cigarette, right, ” he demonstrates as he goes, flicking an old, beat up lighter as he places the loosely  ( and rather amateurly )  rolled joint against his lips.  “ -- and just take a breath, that’s it. You can’t even feel it, I swear, Stan, I swear, just -- make sure you inhale dude or it won’t work. ”

[lovercasted-a-blog]

❝ I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… ❞ - barmitzvahed

meme  /  accepting  !

          jean - covered  knees  dig  into  dirt  and  sewage  ,  a  casted  arm  reaching  out  to  focus  his  friend’s  face  on  him.    IS  HE  APOLOGIZING  FOR  DYING  ?    for  bleeding  ?  for  trying  to  help  ?  eddie  shakes  his  head  quickly  ,  eyes  refusing  to  stray  from  stan’s  as  he  just  lets  his  other  hand  rest  on  the    BLOOD - SOAKED  WOUND.    he’d  spend  hours  scrubbing  the  germs  off  later  ,  scrubbing  the  stain  of    D E A T H    out.  putting  pressure  on  the  injury  can  help  stop  it  ,  right  ?    he  can  handle  this.    can’t  he  ?        ❛        no  ,  no  ,  no  ,  no  ,  no  !    HEY  ,  STAN  !    hey  ,  you’re  gonna  be  okay.  you  don’t  have  to    apologize    for  anything  because  you’re  gonna  be    F I N E.        ❜        eddie  doesn’t  know  that  for  sure.  he  knows  there’s  a    GREATER  CHANCE    of  stan  not  being  okay  , which  leaves  his  stomach  in  knots.  tears  well  ,  deep  inhale  causing  just  one  to  fall    at  the  mere  thought  of  stanley  dying.    he  was  going  to  survive  this.  he  had  to.

          ❛        stan  ,    LOOK  AT  ME.        ❜        words  are  softer  this  time  around  ;  he  accepts  the  apology  ,  even  though  he  knows  there’s    NOTHING    for  him  to  be  sorry  about.        ❛        we  didn’t  come  down  here  for  you    TO  DIE  ,    okay  ?  we’re  gonna  get  you  out  of  here.    i’m  gonna  get  you  out  of  here.        ❜        he’s  gonna  try.        ❛        stan  ,  i’m    SO  SORRY.    i’m  sorry.    this  is  not  your  fault.        ❜

[clownfought-blog]

“ WH - WH - WHERE WERE YOU ? ”     bill jumps at the sound of approaching footsteps and when he sees stan , his heart nearly gives out.     like hell does he want to die in the woods.     he didn’t know if he’d show up.     bill still needed more hope.     more proof.     he never got to finish searching the sewers for georgie ; and his determination isn’t gone just yet.     he couldn’t focus with richie and eddie arguing about the contents of the water when he was trying to do something so important.     but bill had been sitting around for over an hour , just waiting,     and his mind flashed to missing posters with stan’s face on them the whole time.      “ I thought you m - mi - might have been — ”     he doesn’t want to finish that statement.      “ is e - everything okay ? ”

@barmitzvahed ( starter call. / bill denbrough )

[cajunn-blog]

the  witch  lets  out  a  breath  she  doesn’t  realize  she’s  holding  as  she  makes  her  way  through  the  halls  in  search  of  the  specific  locker , electing  to  ignore  the  stares  and  whispers  coming  her  way.  misty  knew  what  she  was  signing  up  for  when  she  elected  to  go  to  a  public  school  instead  of  the  confines  of  the  academy (  she  could  almost  hear  madison’s  venomous  ‘told  you  so  you stupid bitch’  if  she  ever  admitted  that  going  to  public  school  with  everyone  else  wasn’t  all  she  thought  it’d  be ) but  this  was  a  bit  too  ridiculous  even  for  her.  misty  hadn’t  found  so  much  as  a  friend  in  the  new  derry  school  and  she  wasn’t  sure  wether  to  be  relieved  or  not.  something  strange  loomed  over  the  people  of  derry.  it  was  much  more  sinister  and less  god  fearing  than  her  small  cajun  town  and  she  couldn’t  wait  to  leave  despite  her  initial  excitement  of  a  new  town  and  new  people ( witches  like  her  and  the  coven ).

slender  digits  drum  against  her  side  nervously  as  she  finally  sees  him ,  yarmulke  in  hand. she  had  seen  stan  around, sure.  knew  of  him  and  his  ragtag  group  of  friends  who  were  the  constant  target  of  henry  bower  and  his  own  friends  but  not  enough  to  make  her  any  less  nervous  about  approaching  the  guy  with  her  usual  sunny  deposition.  with  a  sudden  burst  of  false  bravado  and  a  smile ,  she  makes  her  way  to  him. ‘  this  is  yours  right?  hit  me  yesterday  on  the  bus ‘nd  i  thought  you  might  want  it  back. ’ 

                                                    barmitzvahed

[barmitzvahed]

foulfear

  foulfear  //also adult stan...

@barmitzvahed who saID i aint given the pleasure with the wang MAN

....... well, first of all you call your penis the wang so already things aren’t looking so great for you