Show creator: so here’s a witty, smart, well-thought character, with a rich background, complex past, and (s)he has lots of interesting quirks and skills…

Tumblr: YEAH, OKAY, BUT IS (S)HE TRANS? HOMOSEXUAL? POC?

Show creator: why does it ma~

Tumblr: BOOOOOOORING!!!!

Show creator: actually yes Tumblr: this is their only defining characteristic and this show is now only for people represented by that quality if they also agree with me on every subject

Show creator: And they have some flaws/ or they’re a villain Tumblr: This show is a homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynistic pile of crap and all it’s fans are crap too.  

Tumblr: *harasses and sends death threats to people over the show*

Show Creator: This is not why I made this show, I wanted to be inclusive and subversive but also make people happy, and this isn’t good, please stop it.

Tumblr: OMG So you like child porn and hate gay people!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The fact that every single one of these has happened exactly like this is really depressing.

People In the notes: WeLl MaYbe If 100% Of EvErYtHiNg In ThE mEdIa WaSnT sTrAiGhT wHiTe PeOpLe We WoUlDnT aCt LiKe ThIs.

That’s not true, you kids are just insufferable jackasses who are never happy

Hi, I’m Callie. Female and an Atheist. Anti-SJW, Anti-Feminist, Anti-Gun Control, Pro-Logic, Sapiosexual, Anti-Cisphobia, Anti-Heterophobia, Anti-Octoling, Anti-Otherkin, Anti-Splat Roller Hate, Anti-Ants, Anti-Wikipedia, Anti-Tumblr, Anti-Judd, Anti-Humans, Anti-Mod Amy, Anti-Anti-Callie, Anti-Communism, Anti-Socialism, Anti-Ass, Pro-Splatoon Rule 34, Anti-Rare Pepes, Anti-Spanish Homework That I’m Procrastinating In Order To Shitpost, Anti-

Marry me

[IT REQUEST BOX]

same age as losers club

I wanted to draw kids ver two cents, just someone gave me a request!

I’m so sorry..

Have someone made this before..?

Beep Beep, Richie

Jaeden “Rage quitting” during a livestream with Wyatt. 

These kids are funnier than everyone my age

Who wants free hugs? 

PENNY DOODLES! <3<3<3

Such a pretty boi-

Please favorite or reblog if using ^^

-Grim

Living in the Sewer with Pennywise Would Include:

· Him giving you piggy back rides around the sewer

· He wouldn’t want his cute lil human getting greywater all over her nice clothes

· Him clearing out a space in his lair for a mattress you could sleep on

· Him wrapping around you to keep you warm as you slept

· Sometimes he’d get bored and play with your face while you slept

· One time he laughed so hard while squishing your face around he accidentally woke you up

· He felt so bad he peppered your cheeks and neck with small kisses until you fell back asleep

· You sitting on his lap all the time

· If you weren’t sitting on his lap, he’d pick you up and put you there himself

· You playing with the jingle bells on his costume

· Him stroking your hair and tracing shapes onto any exposed skin

· Him eating flesh and you eating buffalo wings together

· Both of you being equally messy

· Him scrunching his face like a child when you eat vegetables

· You doodling pictures for him when you’re bored in class

· Him hanging them all over the sewer

· Him scaring the shit out of girls that bothered you to teach them a lesson

· The two of you pranking passerby’s and laughing hysterically while watching from inside the storm drains

· Him being super interested whenever you did things like dye your hair or put on makeup

· He even asked you to paint his fingernails once

· He ran around Derry with sparkly purple claws for a month

· You playing with his hair and styling it in funny ways

· You teaching him how to play video games

· Him having road rage in Mario Kart

· He l o v e d Mario Party though

· But the mini games made him kinda competitive

· You showing him all the horror movies with clowns in them

· Killer Klowns from Outer Space quickly became one of his favorites

· He made you watch it with him every day for a week

· You taking him to a clown convention

· All the clowns asked him for makeup tips and where he got his prosthetic teeth

· You going as a clown for Halloween

· Him teaching you how to make balloon animals

· The two of you blasting music throughout the sewer and dancing around

· You playing a guitar that you found in his pile of treasures for him

· He asked you to teach him how to play

· But his claws broke the strings

· Him trying to find as many instruments as he could so you could play them while he danced

· The two of you cuddling and watching the rain or snow fall from the storm drains

· You bringing an essential oil humidifier to make the sewer smell better

· Him putting his face right next to the humidifier and breathing it in as much as he can

· Him repeatedly breaking into coughing fits because of it

· Him scooping you up and tossing you onto the mattress when he was in the mood

· His eyes changing color and his teeth showing when he became aroused

· His costume jingling every time he thrusted into you

· You becoming more flexible because of all the freaky stuff he likes to do

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Sketched puppy-eyed Penny struggling to maintain his kind human form when he’s hungry ;3;

Pennywise X Reader (Time Tells) Pt. One

Pennywise X Reader ( Time Tells ) After getting to know Pennywise much better after your first meeting, he begins to grow a strange, but pleasant feeling towards you. He wants you to be safe, feel that way when you’re with him. When he tells you this you explain it as the human emotion known as love and in return he gives you a special gift. One of his bells, and if you should ever need him, ring it. You never knew you would have to use it… —————————————— It was a rather dreary afternoon, the sound of drizzling rain filling the silence as you sat atop your bed, book in hand, eyes scanning over the words etched onto the paper. It was a peaceful afternoon and nothing could ruin it for you. Well you couldn’t exactly say, nothing… The sudden rapping of knuckles bright your attention from the book you’d been reading to gaze at the window. A familiar dressed figure clad in a rather outdated clown costume stood in the rain, not minding of his hair had gotten wet. “P-Penny? Oh my..” He gave you a large grin, his painted cheeks making his smile all the more sinister than it already was, but you, of course knew better than that. You set the book aside and slid off the bed making your way over to the window and unlocking the hook before sliding it up. “Come inside you’re getting wet, Pen.” The clown glanced down at his soaking wet outfit and chuckled. “Nah, it’ll be fine. I don’t mind the water, after all I live in the sewers of Derry!” He declared crawling through the window with ease despite his height. Although his voice was filled with joy there was a slight uneasiness to it, living in sewers must be so lonely. “You don’t ever get lonely down in the well house?” You asked curiously turning back to gather your things and put them back in their rightful places. Pennywise watched you in slight curiosity as you put the items away before reaching to grab a towel. “Not really, I mean I eat children for a living, why would that mater?” He asked brushing off the dust on the bed before sitting down. “No wait! Y-You can’t sit yet..” You pulled him back up to stand and sighed but smiled seeing he was worried he had upset you in some way. “I-I’m gonna go get another towel, stay here, don’t move.” Pennywise did as you told him to and stayed very still, and he knew soon he’d have to ask you the brining question, this feeling. —————————————– After helping him dry off his costume He sat down so you could dry off his hair. After doing so the usually very well tamed hair became a poofy mess. You giggled slightly pulling the towel away. “Do you mind I brush your hair back into place… you can’t scare children with that mess.” Pennywise in return laughed with you, but in that high pitch cackle he normally uses only around you. The laughter died down as you began to comb the brush through his fiery locks, styling it as he usually had it. “So is there a reason why you stood in the rain just to see me?” You inquired raising a brow. Penny’s blue orbs glanced down at his gloved hands, “I hadn’t been as hungry lately and well I thought maybe it was because it’s been a year, so maybe it was time for my rest, but I was wrong.” He sighed turning his eyes to look at your reflection in the glass mirror. “This feeling I have.. only happens around you. When I’m with you I feel like there’s no need for me to eat. I get this weird feeling in my stomach and my actions are well….just plain odd.” You stopped brushing and blushed slightly. He turned to look back at you blue orbs staring into your own. “What is it? This feeling I have?” You set down the brush and spoke, “Well, Penny.. it’s called love. That’s when two humans have the same feelings and are a match for one another.” You told him. Penny turned around facing you, “D-Do you feel the same?” He asked grabbing your hand. You nodded face still red, “I do, Penny, I do love you.”

@tiedyespacesuit

Pennywise x Reader Walking Blind: Part 1

Morning arrives and your alarm clock signals you to wake up. Guessing it’s 8 A.M, you grope your hand along your bedside table until your hand comes into contact with the clock, fingers pushing all the buttons until you eventually find the one to turn off the dreadful sound. You open your eyes. Darkness. You didn’t know what you were expecting to see as, in fact, you couldn’t, not since a few years ago, not since the accident. It takes you near twenty minutes to get ready and that was only to get changed. You wasn’t sure what you had picked out but you were certain they wouldn’t match. But it didn’t matter. You wasn’t trying to impress anyone and there was certainly nobody impressed by you. Sighing, you picked up your support cane and used it to guide you down the stairs and out of the door. Before you could even make it to high school, you were stopped by Henry Bowers and his gang. “Hey! Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” You turned to your right. “Please do not use my name, my name may be the last thing I have and I will be damned if you use it.” You should not have said that. “We are over here, idiot!” Henry laughed coming from behind you. “Who are you speaking to? Give me that!” And before you could move you felt your stick behind snatched from your hand. “Give it back! Please!” You struggle even though you know it’s useless. All you hear are laughs from the gang as they start hitting you with your stick, the one thing that helps you was now being used against you. Screaming, you fall to the floor, unable to see the damage but you feel the impact on your delicate skin all the same. Suddenly, arms grab hold of you, “Throw her over!” Henry shouts. You use all the strength you can to try and get away from them but you are already being lifted off the ground, then you’re falling, falling and rolling. You fling into something hard, it seems as if it’s a tree but before you can validate you’re being slung into more hard objects. Then you stop rolling and lay still for a while in agony, unsure of your surroundings. Slowly you stand, experiencing pain in your rib; you swear you hear bells in the distance jingling. “Hiya, Y/N. You okay down there? You took quite the fall.” Followed by a clownish laugh. His voice luring yet gentle, warming yet evil. “I-who’s there?” You hold your arms out feeling for anyone around, your eyes shut like always. You take a step and stumble. “What you doing, Y/N, open your eyes.” Another laugh escaping his mouth. “I can’t.” “Why, Y/N?” He asked confused. “It wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway. I can’t see. Henry, if that’s you? Stop it. I need my stick back please.” “Henry? I’m not Henry. I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown!” Another laugh followed by bells jingling, his voice getting closer. Your hands were greeted by a body in a silky sort of fabric costume. You flinched away. “S-sorry.” You say. “I-I can’t see you. I’m blind. Where am I? They took my stick.” “Stick?” He laughed. “There are sticks all around you.” You hear rustling. “Here’s one.” “I can’t see that but that’s not what I mean, I need my support stick.” You were starting to panic now since you didn’t know the man; you were cautious of his presence, his breath making it’s way onto your face. “Support stick? Well I don’t have one of those.” A moment passed. “I should really go. I-I’m late for school.” You began to stumble. You barely made it a couple of steps before you fell over and onto the stranger. “Oh I-I’m so sorry, really I’m quite lost you see.” “Well, come with me and I can show you.” He said with a mischievous tone holding your arm.