pls-tommy:
freshgreenie:
newt’s arms appreciation post
you MUST reblog this everytime it shows up, it’s a rule.
the rule is real
rebloggin’ again
pls-tommy:
freshgreenie:
newt’s arms appreciation post
you MUST reblog this everytime it shows up, it’s a rule.
the rule is real
rebloggin’ again
If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.
Hey, don’t you fucking scroll down
You
Fucking
Liar.
make me choose → newt or thomas?
(asked by lostyanting & hopeitwork)
i can’t not reblog this whenever i see it bc he’s so cuuuute.
goddamn this boy
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
Bill x Mike, 2k
After. Bill doesn’t remember after. It all turns to haze, which turns to nothing, slips through his fingertips like ash. Taken by time.
And something else.
He remembers - if he tries, if he tries really hard - the feeling of terror. The feeling of his legs turning numb, but also the feeling of determination.
Something lurking, not only in the dark, but in broad daylight as well.
And then, after, Bill just needs some peace of mind. He needs a place, and time, for it all to disappear. To be normal again. As normal as it can be for a stuttering freak.
He’s walking home, alone. Why alone, he doesn’t know. He had left the school and suddenly been alone. There’s usually someone walking with him - most often Eddie. Or Richie. Richie is a great distraction with his inability to shut up. If Richie speaks loud enough, Bill can’t think about the little brother he has lost.
Except he doesn’t think about Georgie that often, not anymore. Why would he? He’s dead. He’ll never grow up to wear Bill’s old clothes or play with his old toys.
We’d have to sell them, it occurs to Bill. The clothes sooner than the toys, since Bill is growing fast. Bill would have to pack them himself, in cardboard boxes, and Eddie could help. Then Bill would have to carry them in the basement, and maybe months later his mother would notice the boxes, stacked in some corner with the words ‘Bill’s old clothes’ written on them in Bill’s shaky handwriting, or Eddie’s neat. She would sell or donate them. Or maybe not.
Maybe Bill could give them to Eddie, he was still really small. Eddie had always been like another little brother to him. But Eddie’s mother probably wouldn’t want Eddie wearing them.
Bill is lost in thought, striding forward with his long legs, clutching the straps of his backpack and muttering a poem to ease his stutter, which still isn’t gone and won’t be any time soon. He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice someone joining him. When he hears steps falling next to him, he first assumes Eddie, or maybe Bev, has caught up with him, but when turns his head to look, he sees the smiling face of Mike Hanlon.
Mike has a dimple in his left cheek that Bill has never paid attention to before, and for some reason it causes a blush to rise on his cheeks.
LOWKEY CRIED WHILE READING THIS
Eeeyyyy~
i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.
i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……
southern europe is burning.
my country is burning.
people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.
yesterday my country had 300 active fires.
people are losing EVERYTHING they own.
i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.
and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish.
i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately.
but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?
again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves:
An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete
Torneros de Jamuz, Spain
Duca, Croatia
A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste
Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios
Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.
Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece
Portugal
This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.
This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.
never really knew that he could dance like this
my fucking friends made me post this i’m sorry
IT characters + text posts!
being in both the it and stranger things fandom is figuring out which mike people are talking about.
FOR FUCKING REAL
tbfh
the losers club and pennywise + text posts
look @ stan get scared of ben
Babies being happy :)
AWW
Noah Schnapp for Boys by Girls Magazine.