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honorarypines · 8 months
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glitchy576 · 6 months
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Dating Stanley Uris (Head-cannons)
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-When you guys started dating he was so nervous!
-He protest against you telling his and your friends, like he would stand outside your house with signs
-Such a sweetheart, will by you gifts whenever
-If you are ever sad Stan will show up at your house with a tub of ice cream and two spoons
-Of course he will cry with you
-Richie will always bully him
-"I could so pull Y/n if I wanted to."
-"Yeah, no"
-You kiss in front of the Losers?
-The losers will pretend to wash their eyes out with soap and vomit
-He absolutely loves calling you darling, honey, little miss sassy, and pumpkin
-You on the other hand betch, sweet cheeks, little jew, and babe
-You always go one dates at parks
-You enjoy the silence and he likes the birds
-He tries his hardest to draw you and they turn out beautiful
-He says they never capture your beauty but you think there to pretty
-If you get hurt Stan will be the first by your side
-He is the most protective thing ever
-Someone hits you to hard with a dodgeball?
-He will smack them right back until they bleed
-He will send glares their way until you tell him to stop
-He is a complete golden retriever boyfriend
-Stan dies when you wear light blue
-Doesn't matter what it is as long as its blue
-Want to annoy him?
-Pineapple on pizza
-Insult his favorite games
-Call him a stupid jew
-You think bird watching is his favorite?
-You watching is
-Not in a creepy way but sometimes he gets lost in your beauty
-The bowers gang will never be able to touch you
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eddiekaspbrakirlsblog · 4 months
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Reddie / IT Christmas / winter headcannons because the voices never stop 🤞
. The losers do secret Santa every year and Richie always trades with whoever gets Eddie.
. There’s a snowman building contest in Derry for who can build the best snowman and Maggie and Richie always sign up for it. They never ever win but they have the spirit.
. Eddie’s always going on at Richie because he doesn’t wear enough layers and gave him a scarf one time and Richie’s never given it back.
. There’s also a winter carnival every year that all the losers go to. They used to be chaperoned by Maggie but once they hit 15 they got the privilege of going alone.
. They have a massive Christmas tree in the town park and Eddie always goes out to see the lights turned on w the Toziers.
. Every year the losers have a literally insane snowball fight like it’s war , they split into teams and plan strategy and everything.
. Reddie making snow angels. That’s all I have to say.
. Beverly claims she can smell when it’s going to snow and somehow she’s always right.
. Beverly is also a girlie who wears skirts and dresses in the winter and she freezes her ass off but looks great.
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theknucklehead · 16 days
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Titles: they are everything.
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reareaotaku · 8 months
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Bill Denbrough Headcanons
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Bro can barely look at you, much less talk to you
When he does finally end up gaining the courage to talk to you, he's stuttering Mary
You do most of the talking in this friendship
At first, Bill saw you as a girl so far out of his league
So far from his touch, why you'd never be on the same league
That was until Pennywise attacked you
Creating a sense of paranoia and then you met Ben when he was attacked by Henry
You read everything you could find on the clown, with Ben's help of course
Then you meet the Loser Club when they meet Ben
"You know a girl? No, you don't" Richie sarcastically remarks, "None of us talk to girls"
You meet them at Ben's clubhouse and they're all flabbergasted
"Huh... He does know a girl... Are you a real girl?"
"I'm sorry?"
Ben elbows his and quickly apologizes for his friend, "Sorry, h- he's a-a - we- well he's an i-i-idiot" He awkwardly chuckles
"It's fine"
You and Ben have this obsession with Pennywise because he took someone important
Pennywise used you to trick Ben
^ "You thought I liked you?" The shapeshifter states, "Why I would I like a loser like you? I mean... You did kill your own brother."
^ "Y/n would never say that"
Gazing at the stars at night is one of his favorite things to do with you. It's one of the only things you can both do alone. Anything else, the Loser club would find you guys and interrupt your 'hang out'
He still has moments where he stutters over his words, but you think it's cute
Kind of a show off, too. Like if you're watching him, he'll go out of his way to seem 'manly' and 'strong'. If he embarrasses himself, he'll just laugh it off.
"I meant to do that"
Childhood sweethearts vibes
He values your opinion and will take your word over the Loser Club
"I don't know if we should go in there, guys..."
^ "I'm going in"
^ "I'm coming with you-"
^ " You just said that was a stupid idea-"
^ "I never said that"
Would do the stupidest things for you
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embodyingchaos · 8 months
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❥ hi rachel(@user40724432sworld)! thank you for my first richie tozier request! i hope this is to your liking! i apologise for taking too long!
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yandere richie tozier headcanons warnings: yandere tingz, implications of murder, stalker behaviour, mean richie, mentions of cuts and bruises, possessiveness, manipulation
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okay, so, tozier is a real asshole yk? he’d be an asshole if he liked you, let alone obsessed with you!!!
i feel like a yandere-esque richie wouldn’t be very obvious until the moment he decides to show it
he definitely takes note of your every move and every action, like the way you part your hair or wear your clothes, he’d be extremely observant only when it comes to you
he’s extra mean to you too, wanting to insult you in every way for a moment before being a-okay with you the next
if someone shows the slightest interest in you, he would immediately strike
first warning would be him threatening that person for even talking to you and thinking they even had a chance with someone as amazing and heaven-sent as you
second would be at least a few cuts and bruises here and there inflicted on the person who flirted with you
third would be death, quite literally
richie is very possessive as yanderes are, and if you’re even a second late to a group meeting he’ll be asking you a thousand questions of your whereabouts
he hates it when you say no to him, he absolutely fucking hates it and sometimes he feels like slapping you across the face but remembers to control himself if not he’ll scare you away
you’re very confused of his weird behaviour, one second he hates you and the next he seems to care about your “safety” 
of course you don’t realise he’s lied about all those times he said that there were guys that were trying to take advantage of your kindness, when he was actually the one who was taking advantage of it
you’re slowly manipulated by his so-called compassion and chivalry, and fall for him, and he gets exactly what he wants: your devoted love.
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defaultczx · 3 months
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The losers being losers..
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Eddie: richie your a mother fucker
Richie : you know eddie being a mother fucker is a good thing since-
Eddie : okay yeah no just shut up
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Bill and bev: *cassually making out*
Ben: damn.. * heart broken , hes now emo 😭🙃👿👾🌛🖤🩶🦴💀🌑*
Mike : is okay lil bro you'll get her soon
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Stan: *reading a book*
Richie : daddy issues
Stan : trash mouth
Richie: as long as i dont have daddy issues i will be happy
Stan : go fuck your self richie
Richie: already did
Stan: 😨
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Bill : bev...are you gay?
Bev : i dont know? Why?
Bill : you've been looking at that girls ass for a while now...
Bev : bill...you did that too
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Mike: can't believe richie has a girlfriend
Stan: i know right Like how can he pull someone with that mouth of his
Richie : ACTUALLY ITS NOT A GIRL
mike: ITS A DUDE‼️
richie : no...
Stan : ITS A ALIEN
richie : what no...
Mike : then..that means...
Richie: yeah no i dont have no one...
Stan : *laughing to death*
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fourthwonton · 2 months
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They should all have a loser off
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dracolauramalfoy · 2 months
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ib kotku1 / ttk
"It's not my fault you don't like girls" - reddie version
i love them sm 🫤
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alcinaslittlemaid · 3 months
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Hit a low point again so y’all know what that means……🎈
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honorarypines · 1 month
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Richie Tozier + text posts
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lilhoeforevanpeters · 5 months
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Haunted
"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around"
Stanley Uris x GN!reader angst
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You put your car in park once you reached your destination. Your tragic destination. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat beside you. Sitting in your car for a few minutes, you eventually get out, the cool Autumn air hitting you. You shrugged his jacket on you further, stuffing your hands in the pockets. It doesn't smell like him anymore.
There were many other grieving families there, grieving husbands and wives like you, however, it was eerily quiet, no one dared to even mutter a word. You locked the car, walking through the main gates of the dreaded place.
You stared at the gravel path as you walked mindlessly, not needing to look up for directions as you've been to the location so many times. Clutching the fresh flower bouquet in your hands as your heeled boots make a click-clack sound against the pavement.
You took a right, then a left, until you were finally in the shaded area where he was. Your heart felt heavy, as it had for weeks. You took a shaky breath before looking up.
You sat down on the slightly damp grass, not caring if you got your clothing wet. You looked at the headstone in front of you. The headstone of your husband. Your now dead husband.
You set the flowers in your hand down next to the gravestone. "Stanley Uris, July 13 1976- September 5 2016". You looked at it briefly before looking down at the grass you were sitting on. The cold air blew through your hair that was up in a low ponytail, and you tugged on the jacket that was one your husband's further onto your body.
Pressing your lips together in a tight line, eyes watering as you looked up for a split second before letting out a breath, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the ground in front of you. Your gaze falls back down to the headstone. "Loving son and husband".
"Asshole."
One simple word. A word that held a lot of anger and was typically for people who you hate- but you didn't hate Stanley. You couldn't. He is was your husband. But despite still feeling the love you had for him, you couldn't help but feel angry. Not angry- livid. Livid at the world, at the entire town of Derry, at that fucking clown that terrorized him, at yourself for not going up to check on him sooner, at your husband for killing himself.
It wasn't fair. The entire situation wasn't- it wasn't fair that you were angry at him, or that you were now alone, desperately holding onto the small pieces of him that you had left. It wasn't fair how your home that once brought joy and comfort brings nothing but despair and pain. It wasn't fair that the stupid clown scared him so much and he felt like he had no other choice.
You felt empty, like everything had been stripped from you. It had been. You lost the one person you thought you'd never lose. Your best friend. Your husband. Your Stan.
"You left me. And I hate you for it. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me alone, I hate you for not thinking there was a better option. I hate that I still love you. I hate that I expect you to be there at the table every night after I come home from work, doing your stupid puzzles."
Tears streamed down your face as you spoke bitterly to the tomb. Using the sleeve of his jacket, you wiped away the tears, but they were only replaced with new ones. You hated it all. How your bed felt cold and empty. Or how you still expected him to be there. Memories of what once was haunted your house. They haunted your mind.
You glared at the headstone, as if expecting Stan to respond, to tell he was sorry, and he'd be coming home soon. But you knew that wouldn't happen. It was impossible. His body was in the ground, he'd been gone for three months. You couldn't bring him back; no one could.
You wanted your husband back. Your best friend. He was your everything, and now he was gone. You looked away from the dumb piece of stone that really didn't mean anything, yet meant so much to you.
If Stan had died in a car accident, or something else, maybe you'd be able to cope better. It would be hard- maybe as hard as it was now for you, but you couldn't help but feel that this storyline hurt more. It hurt so much, and the impact it left on you was huge.
That night would stick forever in your mind. How could it not? He was so obviously upset over the phone call- but you brushed it off. And you would blame yourself for that for eternity. You didn't think anything of him taking the bath until he wasn't answering and he'd been in there for half an hour. You felt sick when thinking of it. You had knocked on the door, asking if he was okay, but when there was no answer you went in.
Your husband laid dead in the bathtub, his wrists slit, the word "It" written in his own blood. You let out a scream and rushed over to him, pulling him out of the water and holding him in your arms as you cried and called 911. He was declared dead on the scene.
His lifeless face was burned into your mind. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. Everywhere you look- his lifeless face is there. That scene is there. His bloody wrists. How you tried to save him, knowing it was hopeless. The door to the now clean bathroom has been closed from the moment he was declared dead. You couldn't go in there. Hell, you could barely go in your bedroom where you two slept every night.
With tears rolling down your cheeks, you close your eyes and pressed a hand to the ground, grasping at the grass lightly where you knew his body was- six feet under, in a casket. You felt pathetic and broken, but you couldn't help it, you had lost your everything. You just wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay like he normally would've. However, the only thing you got was the cold wind hitting your back, no warm embrace from your now dead husband.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry. I should've gone up sooner. I should've pressed you harder to talk about it. I shouldn't have let you go upstairs."
You blamed the world and that fucking clown, but mostly, you blamed yourself. Deep down you knew you shouldn't. Deep down you knew he wouldn't want you that.
"I love you. And I always will."
You whispered the words to the tombstone, knowing it was foolish to believe he could hear you, but if he did, if there was a chance he could hear what you were saying, then you wanted him to know that you loved him.
So you sat at the grave for three hours, as you did every weekend since the day he was buried. You didn't speak anymore, instead pressing your forehead against the headstone and closing your eyes, his jacket wrapped around your body. This was the closest you had to him now. And you would take whatever you could.
When the air grew colder and crisper, hours later, you got back into the car, sighing lightly and drove home in silence. Driving up to your house, you parked in the driveway as the feeling of heartache crept over you once more.
You walked into the house you once lived in with your beloved husband, memories of all the times you spent with him there still living rent-free in your mind. Sliding your shoes off, you crept up the stairs, avoiding the pictures on the wall on the way up of him smiling at the camera while holding you, or him as a kid. The bathroom door was still closed, and it would remain that way for possibly many more months, and you averted your eyes- even looking at the door made you sick to your stomach. You walked into the bedroom you once slept in peacefully with Stan, not bothering to take your jeans or his jacket off as you crawled into the bed and laid there underneath the comforter, closing your eyes, but not sleeping, as you did every weekend since he died.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't help the hot tears that trail down your face as the feeling of hopelessness crept up on you, swallowing you whole like a black hole.
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artfrog3 · 3 days
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A doodle of Beverly :)
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oconist · 1 year
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will the loser club cry on the plane (again)?
miami edition
este had a good race. he was even p3 twice, and alpine did not forget to pit him this time. ended up in the points, so he's not crying on the plane
i thought pierre was going to cry on the plane. he was having a great race (p4 i think at some point even) and then he was around p13. he ended up in p8 so, he's not crying on the plane.
george russell had a good race. he even spiced it up with his radios (maybe the coronation effect?). he may be getting drunk on the plane, but he's not crying on it.
charles... if i overtook a haas only to be overtaken by it more than three times, i would not even wait to be on the plane. my mans is crying, sobbing even.
so, 1/4 are crying this time, which is better than last race.
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que3rduckling · 7 months
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Everyday I wake and turn to see my beautiful collection of funk pops. And within this collection I do not have 1, I do not have 2, I do not have 3 but 4 of the Losers Club in pop form, which I am all extremely grateful for.
And Everyday I think about have I spent 50 fucking dollars on a Bill Denbrough Funko Pop.
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tryingtofindava · 7 months
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˗ˏˋ𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭´ˎ˗
: ̗̀➛Back to Main Masterlist
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“So I guess I’ll stay and wait, you don’t even know I’m waiting.”
Bill Denbrough
Stanley Uris.
Beverly Marsh
Richie Tozier
Eddie Kasprak
‧₊˚ MAIN ೃ⁀➷
✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•
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