#I'm not a middle school child anymore I'm a grown ass adult that likes to draw cute characters and write stories about them

[lunalycana]

I've grown so comfortable with who I am now that I sometimes forget that there are still people in the world who don't believe cringe is dead. Like I blink rapidly when I talk about something I did that I enjoyed myself with and the response is dicey, as if I should feel ashamed for drawing cartoon characters or writing stories about them.

As if the literal people that make these things aren't adults themselves. As if whole careers aren't based around making content about little guys and what they do in their lives.

[telperinquaar]

Part 3 please god is it over yet can it be over yet 💔

Bill you dumb shit why are you looking in the sewers

HE IS STILL A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

While I love McAvoy's range, when he talks in this, all I can think is "Hey, that's Dennis Hoarde-Split."

As much as I love this moment of Bill connecting with (and then terrifying) a local kid, I preferred Ben's interaction in the book, realizing that he's actually a stranger now. He's become the grownup that people tell kids to avoid. (I also miss the "You can't be careful on a skateboard" line.)

Wait is Ben in school during the summer break?

Why is Beverly so into Ben heOH okay she's Pennywise.

I know the "hair is winter fire" is why "Beverly's" head is on fire, but all I can think of Hades from the Hercules cartoon 😭

"Kiss me fat boy 😩" That is exactly what that looks like :'(

Honestly I understand the teeth but visually, they're starting to get boring. Go back to Grandma Flappytits.

So you're expecting me to believe this movie takes place in 2016, and Ben Hanscom, a grown-ass adult, was just allowed to walk into a high school in the middle of summer???? I mean I know it's Derry, but come on guys.

Watch this guys. You can actually pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half. Aaaaand… now.

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Poor Eddie 😭 He just got ballooned in the face.

I genuinely liked Mr. Keene. I feel like they took the goodness from him. Who the fuck is this girl.

"It's not gonna pop it's a mole." RIP 😭

"Thanks. For the pills, not the dick thing." God why is this guy the funniest character 😭 I don't remember him being this funny in the book.

I don't like this scene and I don't think it's in the book. Although I do like the woman who plays his mom. She's a great actress and I love the 80s windbreaker suit she's in.

This whole spooky basement shit just Did Not Happen and I hate it. Also, what this is leaving out is the "leper" actually was real at one point. It wasn't just a random fear he invented, it was based on a run-in with a homeless guy who probably had syphilis.

I'm pretty sure I've asked this once already, but where is Audra? Like. That was a *whole thing" in the book.

Ben: At least I got Richie to stay.

Richie: *climbing out the window*

What the fuck is happening here? It was Mike that got attacked by Bowers. Eddie went down to the sewers with them. He died there Are they going to kill him too, on top of everything else???

Bill don't you know how to navigate a funhouse. One hand on the wall at all times.

This movie is not epilepsy friendly. I'm getting a headache from this. 💔

Oh thank god it's over.

I'm curious the fact that there's a synagogue in Derry, because it was made abundantly clear that part of the reason that Stanley was an outsider was because he was the only Jewish kid there.

I'M SORRY ARE THEY SAYING THAT MIKE'S DAD CAUSED THE FIRE AT THE BLACK SPOT? IT WAS A FUCKING WHITE SUPREMACIST HATE CRIME IN THE BOOKS AND NOW YOU'RE TURNING IT INTO SOMETHING MIKE'S DAD DID????? Oh I am going to go fucking ape on this. I am so fucking mad.

I love seeing Stanley do Jewish things. Best part about this movie.

LSKDF RICHIE CLAPPING AT THE END OF THE BAR MITZVAH SPEECH 😭 it me

That reminds me, I also hate seeing that Mike actually just like… lives at the library. In the novel, he actually does have a house. Bill stays there at the end! He just stays at the library, showing how much this whole thing has fucking consumed him.

Are you fucking kidding me. They made his parents fucking drug addicts too???

Okay, that's it. I can't watch this anymore.

Okay I would absolutely love an I ❤ Derry beaver hat 😭

Adrian Mellon, you were too good for this world, and I hope Webby and his cronies rot in hell.

Getting anxiety thinking about all the balloon waste that these films must have created 💔

The fact that Don is dressed like... just a regular guy here, instead of the caricature of a gay man he was in the novel is great actually, and it makes the scene in the novel that much better.

Bill just appeared on screen and all I can think of is this post 😭

"You said you needed another day and we're shooting this tonight!" "Yeah but that's like... 17 hours."

"People loved your book, but they hated the ending." "You said you liked the ending..." "I lied."

"I love you mommy." "What." "Myra."

Oh I really could have lived without Richie "throwing up" on me. 💔

I really like Richard as a stand-up comedian instead of a DJ. If they had to change the time period, that was a good move.

OH NO WHY DID THEY HAVE TO MAKE GROWN-UP STAN A BAB??? :C💔

"How long has it been?" "27 years." NO IT WASN'T! THE CYCLE WAS SHORTER BECAUSE THEY STOPPED IT!

No, the scar faded. It only came back when they started to remember.

Get his ass, Beverly! GET HIS ASS!

(That being said, because of the names and the fact that they're both redheads, Adult!Beverly always looked like Beverly Crusher to me 😭)

Do you really expect me to believe this guy hasn't updated his hairstyle in 27 years. I mean, I know they probably didn't exactly let him choose how he wore it in Juniper Hill, but that he'd still be rocking a mullet in 2018?

Mike: *enthusiastic hug greeting* Bill: Uh.... do I know you..... (It's me, I'm Bill.)

God I love Adult!Eddie so much. I would kill and die for you, Eddie Kaspbrak.

"I ended up becoming a risk analyst." No you didn't you drive a limo.

I would like to nominate James McAvoy as Greatest Actor Of Our Time here. Because the range on this man is fucking insane.

While it's completely different than the novel, the fortune cookie scene and everyone scrambling to figure it out is kind of killing me :'( ❤

RIP the poor Chinese restaurant employee 😭💔

"Plus, I just remembered I grew up here like, two hours ago!"

NO NOT THE LITTLE GIRL ADRIAN GAVE HIS TOY TO :C

Okay well this is all I have the energy for tonight. Catch part 2 of part 2 tomorrow. 😔

[salty-basement-shroom]

Ghost Pal

◇reader x ghost friend◇

It had been ten years since you last stepped foot into your old school. School was a time you didn't look back to too fondly, to be honest but nevertheless did you accept the invite for the reunion.

When you had graduated you had sworn to never come back, especially not to some shitty reunion party organized by the woman who had been the girl borderline bullying you in the past.

Sure she was nice enough now, even greeting you with a hug, but she never apologized. She and her white picket fence life, with a job that required more empathy than she had, and her two children, and her husband who worked at the car shop down the road could suck your ass for all you cared.

So why did you accept?

Simple, because it has been ten years and curiousity gnawed at you. How are all these assholes doing now? You simply had to know. Well, that was one reason. Another reason was also the cause for you sneaking around the dark halls of the closed school.

The meet up itself was in the cafeteria (it must have been a funny gag idea by the former popular kids) and you were instructed to spend the rest of the late afternoon to evening there and in the courtyard. Did you listen? Hell no, you were a grown adult who hated school more than anything, why the hell should you listen to them now?

No, you were searching for someone. An old friend.

The hallways were admittedly really eery. You kept the lights out and only used what little light fell through the occasional window and your phone flash light. You didn't want to be caught by the janitor, that would be really goddamn embarrassing.

Your friend always liked to hang around the biology lab when you were in high school and that is where you usually found them back in the day. Chances were they weren't there anymore but a little voice in your head whispered to you

"Go on." Yes, that was definitely them. They used to mess with you so much back in school, playing little pranks by calling you in the middle of class or while you were on the toilet. They loved to embarrass you it seemed, although they would say otherwise.

You thanked your crazy intuition and memory for bringing you straight to the old lab. And you thanked whatever god was watching you for granting you the luck of finding it unlocked.

Inside was the usual room, unsurprisingly not much had changed in those 10 years, even the cheap posters of local flora and fauna were the same. It brought a smile to your face as you slowly walked through the room and traced the wooden desks.

"Boo."

"M o t h e r f u c k e r -"

You painfully rammed your back into the desk behind you as you jumped violently from the voice appearing beside you suddenly.

"Oh, what a greeting, I'm hurt!" The bodyless voice pouted, now on the exact opposite side of you.

"Shush, who greets people with 'boo'?!" You sassed back and searched the room for your old pal.

And there they were. Sitting on one of the cabinets with all the microscopes sat the figure of what looked like a boy with tight black curls and dark glowing skin. The hazel eyes looking at you shone with mischieve.

"Well, good to know one of us didn't change." You sighed but couldn't help the breathy laugh escaping your lips. This was your friend.

They don't have a name and the way they look really are only cosmetic to them. They are a spirit.

"I can make myself a bit older so you don't feel left out." They winked and laughed afterwards, jumping from the cabinet. Their grin turned wicked as they suddenly appeared beside you.

You huffed "Did you just call me old?"

"No, because you are literally an infant to me. Train another 1000 years and we may talk." They replied and began sauntering around you as if you weren’t of any real interest to them.

"Okay, so now you call me a child?"

"Bingo."

"Oh look at the old dusty ghost using the language of the youth~ Where did you learn that?" You asked teasingly and their face snapped towards you.

"You are aware I reside in a school."

"It was a rethorical question, moron."

"You-!"

"Anyways." You cut them off before they could go on a tangent about how I was disrespecting higher forces or some bullshit, "What have you been up to, Frog?"

"Ugh, that name is so stupid."

"I know, and that is why I love using it."

You basically called them frog because you had discovered them for the first time in your freshmen year while you were cutting up a frog and they were way too interested in it. You had cut your hand from the shock upon spotting them floating above the desks.

"Well, I have been... here." They waved their arm around the room with fake grandeur and looked back at you, "Not much to it, really. I don't know what you expect to hear."

You hummed in thought "No, more so if you have made new friends?" You questioned and sat down on one of the tables. Frog leaned back and stared at the ceiling,

"Nah, none pique my interest quite like you did."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"The highest I can give." They lamented and grinned right after, "So what about you? Other than you looking old now, what changed?"

So you caught up with them, telling them off your job, your studies, what you were up to now. You also told them about your family. It was really nice.

Frog kept their dark eyes glued to you in so much interest that it honestly baffled you. They never were that invested in your life, only serving more as a companion to battle your loneliness and you helping them with being less bored.

"You definitely changed too." You stated with a small grin after finishing a story about a stupid colleague of yours. Frog perked up with a frown and suddenly decided to walk on the ceiling.

"I doubt that a spirit of MY age and wisdom would change in a mere ten years." Their face stopped roughly before mine and they looked down at me with a grin.

"Oh, yeah sure, the wisdom of leaving up toilet seats so kids fall straight in when they sit down, please grand me more of it." You rolled your eyes and ignored their souring expression, "No, but seriously. You are much more... interested. In my life, you know?"

"You think so? I am just being polite~"

"Ah, but that didn't change. You are still a shitty liar."

They suddenly appeared right before you and your noses nearly touched. Their gaze turned threatening but you weren't scared, "You really think you are that special?"

"Yes, I do." Was your nonchalant answer and they drew their head back with a huff "You are insufferable."

"No you."

"Not this shit again!" They growled at you and you couldn't help but laugh, one Frog joined with a soft chuckle. Your dynamic changed, yes. But it was good to know that Frog was still more or less the same.

"I missed your dumbass." They admitted and you smiled at them with adoration you hadn't shown until now.

"I missed you too."

A comfortable silence settled and Frog and you stared at one another. It felt meaningful and in this moment you wished you had Frog with you at your workplace to keep you company. It was dreadfull being a corporate tool so a ghost friend messing with your asshole boss would be amazing.

But also just because... they were your best friend once upon a time. As much as school had been horror, at the end of the day you had Frog by your side. Your mystical little secret pal.

Their eyes softened at you and you only remembered now that Frog could read minds. Lovely. They raised a hand to softly stroke your cheek.

".... you wanna prank your old classmates?"

"God, yes."

♤♤♤♤

Nothing much to say, I introduce Frog, a spirit that may or may not be a higher being trapped in a high school.

Just to clear up, Frog is not a dead kid. They are a spirit, not a ghost (I called them ghost in the story once cause I imagine a human friend of theirs probably wouldn't know their true identity and would simply either assume or not care for the difference)

[anachoco99]

This is a rant. I have no one else to express this to.

I remember in earlier skz content they openly talked about how they fought and said things to each that they regret. Is it not possible that he said things he regretted back in middle school because he had to? 13 yr old boys are the worst. In my experience they can be mean and aggressive and the nice ones have a HARD time. However, I think its crazy to expect CHILDREN to act like adults. He should've been punished by school admin/parents, not years later as a grown ass man. What happened here is that people tried to punish an adult man with adult consequences for a child's actions.

If you have beef with somebody, you need to bring it to their face or go talk to a therapist. I'm very skeptical this was ever about seeking closure for the victims but just people being petty and seeking vengeance on childhood enemies. THAT shit is childish! THAT shit will NOT make you feel better. No one has the right to make others feel lesser than they are or feel like their existence is worthless but you stop being the victim when you stoop to the bully's level. YOU are now the oppressor. YOU are not innocent anymore. I hope all people Hyunjin potentially hurt get the closure they need and I especially hope Hyunjin and the boys can move on from this. They are good men and I can see that they're trying. Which is more than I can say for most men.

Why do we care what somebody did while they were under the 100% care and responsibility of their parents? Damn y'all. Maybe I'm just American.