#the losers club icons

[marshbevvie]

Aw Rich, come on, Ben’s cute when he’s flustered! And I am SO glad that Bill is not grammar-policing your ass here!

This is my live reaction to hearing that Rich. You can see the pain in my eyes as I clutch my head where I have been wounded.

I will now bow to the Reddie overlords.

(GOOD GOD ITS SO FUN BEING ON TUMBLR WITH ALL YOU LOSERS THIS IS AMAZING!!!)

[incorrect-losers]

Richie *during a show*: Hey can y’all boo me real quick

Audience: Boooooooo Booo Booooo

Richie: Thank you, I needed to be humbled

[liv45no]

Rewatched the chapter 2 flashbacks (and melancholic Stan *sniff sniff*) for THIS

“Stanley, we’re not afraid of fucking spiders.”

‘yeah no I’m gonna listen to that shit ur slippin again’

‘well i am stop exposing me’

‘the actual fuck richie’

‘we’re not?’

‘ur right baby’

*deeply embarrassed*

‘whatever u say beautiful boyfriend’

[nerissalmao]

I’m going to make a Beverly Marsh parody account.

[literaltyblackthorn]

apparently watching it 2k17 at an impressionable age means you spend the rest of your life thus far dressed like thirteen year old richie tozier

fuck you richie take your stupid hawaiian shirts back

[fleurskiss]

░⃝ 🎐 losers club 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 & 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌. ᵔᴥᵔ

░ ♡゚ 💭 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. ⅒

[uniquecellest]

One thing I'm still laughing about is Nerdymixedpan's horror house crossed over with the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy with Billy freaking out and pulling out a piano to hurt Pennywise like omg Billy is a mooooood. Lord help us if Pennywise ever meets Jeff or Billy sees Penny's spider form

[marshbevvie]

detective losers

Ah yes, the floor here is made out of floor.

[riptozier]

@scribedhorror said: ❛  do you realize what you do to me?  ❜

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ BILL'S WORDS HONESTLY MADE RICHIE'S HEART BEGIN TO FLUTTER A BIT IN HIS CHEST, as if it were a cage trapping an anxious butterfly inside of it. he could feel the warmth spreading over his skin , and he wrapped his arm a little tighter around bill's shoulders while leaning over to press a couple SOFT KISSES to his forehead. a lazy peck was given to his temple before he bent over to meet the other lips-first , his stray hand reaching to cup and get a nice feel of his rear.

❝ yeah , and it's cute, ❞ richie breathed out between kisses. he could feel his desire for the other only INCREASING as they became more intense , his palms finding bill's chin as he completely backed him up. pleasure throbbed between his legs and he moaned against bill's lips , gently pressing his knee against the smaller man's groin.

DIRTY LITTLE COMPLIMENTS .

[riptozier]

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ THIS WAS HOTTER THAN RICHIE HAD IMAGINED. ben was already being so good for him , making the sweetest noises for him that he LAPPED straight from his mouth with another deep kiss. ❝ god , you're so hot, ❞ richie breathed out , another moan slipping past his lips as he GRINDS his clothed erection against ben's crotch.

Ben felt a thrill of excitement when his wrists were pinned again, loving the feeling of being at the mercy of someone who loved him as much as Richie did. He gripped the sheets tightly and moaned at the feeling of hips rolling against him. "Richie," he moaned. "God, please." Ben was brimming with his desire for Richie, desperate to have the other man touch every inch of him.

[liv45no]

Stan: *blowing out his birthday candles* I don't need to make a wish, because everything I could ever want is right here with me :D

The Losers: Awww, you're so sweet <3

Stan, in his mind: I wish for the brand new limited edition book for bird adventurers.

[shrimptacodaniels]

something something loser trio headcanons because i can’t stop thinking about them 

—PART ONE—

RUTH FLEMING: 

got called “phlegmy fleming” in elementary school because she has horrible seasonal allergies. the nickname stuck until middle school. she transferred during eighth grade. 

200% a cat person. she loves cats and wanted one when she moved out. both of her parents are extremely allergic. 

her favorite color was red. after her death and the events of npmd, it makes peter sick to look at anything red not just because of blood. 

the least squeamish person to walk the face of the earth (which can be corroborated by her behavior in npmd). she loved dragging pete and richie to haunted houses in the autumn. 

she and pete met in tap class when they were 6 years old. upon learning pete’s name, ruth gasped and asked “like spider-man?!” they’ve been friends ever since. 

ruth loved to give pete a hard time. a lot of the innuendos she made were at his expense (read: to freak him out). when he’d get too into his head, a dirty joke was, in her opinion, the best way to snap him out of it. 

big on social media stalking. she knew so much about so many people. shared all of what she knew (good, bad, and ugly) with richie and pete. 

definitely was a girl scout growing up. hated it. had a massive crush on one of the older girls and freaked out over it. 

has taken the am i gay test 34 times (just to be sure). 

came out to richie first after a trial run of “practice kissing” each other. they both cried. he came out to her the same day (messy bisexual icons). 

they teased each other equally and often about the other’s taste in men and women. 

when they both came out to pete (at the same time), he flipped, asking if “anyone in this damn town stuck to one gender?” (bc ted swings all ways, be so fr). after steph comes out to him as bi, he remembers the remark and tears up a bit. 

loved to lust over ted as a bit. pete hated it. 

coffee > tea. argued about this with richie almost daily. 

she loved wine mom romance novels an embarrassing amount. 

was in the library’s dnd club for 3 years to “improve her acting skills.” loved to play incredible horny bards

would have loved short n’ sweet. slim pickings??? taste??? JUNO????

planned the trio’s halloween costume every year. they always coordinated.

loved the muppets movies growing up

her favorite musical was spring awakening. 

her dream role was sally bowles in cabaret. 

DEFINITELY would have named her cat(s) after characters from cats (the musical) 

loved her friends more than anything in the world. but especially loved to antagonize them :) 

(I’m ill about her. Like seriously.)

[holnnetd]

Catfisher!König Part 2

Part 1, ..., Part 3, Part 4(I swear it will come. Someday.)

Warning: Suggestive content, brief mentions of pornography, a little misogyny, low-key incel behaviour, a lot of lingerie talk, just two guys being losers, please be 18 or older if you read this, or just don't tell me you're minor, I can't stop you from going anything tbh.

This is only fiction, please remember.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Your phone has been going off for this whole time. It must be extremely important when someone starts sending you messages at 11 pm on a Friday night.

You come out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, (unless you don't have hair, in which case idk what to do) and another one around your body.

You got lucky enough to get a dorm on campus with no roommates. Bless god for that scholarship. Dorms are expensive!

Glancing at your phone you check what might be so important, only to see that it's a follow request on your Postagram. (Idk, I'm scared I will get copy righted when I forget that this fic exists)

You open your phone, glancing at the account. The profile pictures shows no face, but a fairly cute cat picture. Whatever.

Alexandria.69 viewed your profile

Alexandria.69 wants to follow you

Alexandria.69 wants to send you a message

That's... A creative name. For sure...

You tap on the icon and glance through the profile. 8 followers from faceless account and following 37 accounts. Mostly singers and political figures.

The only pictures posted is from 2 days ago. It's a selfie from a high angle and a cropped off face in a summer outfit.

Seems to be a new account, maybe she's new to Postagram. Yeah, seems about right.

You tap 'accept' and answer the message she sent. Worst case scenario it's just a scam. What could possibly happen?

Well, that was a dry text for sure...

Whatever. You get a weird feeling about that anyway, 8 faceless accounts is a suspicious smount. You tap off of Postagram and place your phone away to fully dry yourself off.

Yet the black screen on your phone doesn't stay for a long time as you get another,

Ding!

You got a message from Alexandria.69

You turn to glance back at your phone, debating if you want to keep on chatting with this oddly uncanny account.

But you prioritise changing into something more comfortable and plop onto your bed, quickly crawling under the covers before finally deciding to check what she wr-

Ding!

You have 2 unread messages from Alexandria.69

Ah... just as you reached for your phone, too. It's really rude to interrupt the narrat-

Ding!

Layla send a message

Well, at least it's not that strange account anymore. And you open the text from Layla, a close friend, checking what she send.

"Geez! We're having a blast man, you can still come" she texted, then attached a picture of her and 4 other girls from your class, all drinking and probably at the club, guys behind them, hands going to place they'd normally get slapped for touching...

Ever heard of FOMO? Fear of missing out? It's funny how strong it gets, even if you believe to be alright alone.

"Nah, I'm already in bed" you answer, not bothering to go out clubbing tonight.

Ding!

You have 3 unread messages from Alexandria.69

Okay, what the hell does she want?

"We have some mutuals actually 😊"

"You know Layla right?"

"The red head, I mean."

Well, that's attention grabbing.

And with sone hesitation you type back "Layla, yeah", the message being seen immediately. Seems like she doesn't have much else to do but chat with friends of friends, hm?

"She said you're like good with guys?"

A message came back and it baffled you at the boldness. Maybe confused a little.

Uh... that's an interesting comment to make. Good with guys? Is that what your best friends is saying about you to others?

"Well, I guess?"

You tap, thumb hovering over the sent button before pressing it, now interested where this conversation might go.

"It's embarrassing to say"

"but I have issues with talking to boys and uhm, I"

"Uh... could you help me out?"

That's... A little pathetic, but everyone has to start somewhere?

And it's not like you have much better things to do. Your friends are out, getting laid and you are stuck in bed, chatting with a girl that knows your friend?

"I think so?"

"Oh my god, really? Thank you so much!"

That's a little sad, asking a girl you don't know about advise on guys. But girls support girls.

"Do you have a crush?"

"Oh, yes. He's handsome but I don't know how I should make him notice me"

"He says I dress weirdly."

Well, then drop him. Please, have some self respect.

"Alex, sweetie, if he doesn't like how you wear your clothes then don't change for him."

You try to give advice she will find useful, or supportive, pretty oblivious to the fact that Alexandria is actually Alexander. And not just any Alexander.

Alexander Kilgore, the very same classmate that makes snide remarks about your looks.

"Oh come on. Cooperate a little." He gruffs out, tapping on his phone again.

"I know, but I really want him to like me."

"Jeez, needy cunt. You're really doing too much." Rody scoffs, looking at Königs Phone Screen, both of them trying to lure you into a sense of comfort. Well, König wants to do that. Rody is just here to make sure the big guy doesn't fuck up. Which he already did by calling himself Alexandria.69.

Like really? His name but gender swapped and threw in a 69? Please...

"I don't know how to dress up to catch his attention! I want to wear something more revealing."

He writes, instantly getting a hit on the back from Rody. "Jesus, pushy much? No woman straight up texts other women "yeah, I want to fuck him, help me find something to wear so he wants to fuck me too", you uncultured bastard."

König huffs at him, glancing onto his screen as you start typing back.

"Well, if that's really what you want."

You're not going to argue with a stranger about what she wears. It's not like you know her. It's not like you that she's not a her.

"Try wearing something low-cut. Maybe flash your cleavage? You could wear some lingerie under loose clothes and 'accidentally' stretch a little to show it off?"

Alex stares at the message, reading through it several times with huge eyes. That's really what you are telling to a girl on how to grab her crushes attention?

Now he wonders if you're doing that too to grab your crushes attention. "Shit, I knew she's hot, but that's a little freaky." Rody laughs, getting this time a jab from König.

"Lingerie? Which one? I don't know what would look sexy enough. Do you have some recommendations?"

The two guys sit on Königs bed, staring at the phone like two teenage girls writing to a crush.

"Well... Most men like red. But you can't go wrong with white or black, really. I have some red sets."

That send König into a blushing fit. Fucking pathetic. Please, he watches weird hardcore porn but gets flustered when a woman talks about lingerie.

"Oh thank you!"

Rody texts instead, quickly clicking off of Postagram to ensure König don't milk this newly found communication method.

For now, you don't suspect that it's actually a pathetic virgin loser writing as a girl, hoping to get some more information out of you, maybe a picture he can jack off to. God, that would be fucking hot. He wishes to have even a single picture of you, and your posts are too covered!

All while you sit in your bed, confused about the conversation. That was... interesting to say the least. But whatever. Some girls are just awkward, surely theres nothing more to it.

Yeah.

[shessofineliterallyhitmewithacar]

i love you

the losers as screenshots in my phone but there’s so many