He’s leaking hamburger helper!!

🎈Losers have to stick together🎈

Oooooh boiiiiii look at himmm

when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp… I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else–and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

Lemony Snicket The Beatrice Letters

the parallels

Ok but imagine Eddie does survive because Richie reaches up and flips him over and pulls them both to the side and then he just holds onto Eddie for dear fucking life. He holds him so tightly and closely on the ground, he forgets to feel afraid, or maybe it is fear, fear of losing Eddie, but for the first time that fear shields him from the shame he feels and the anxieties he has about loving him. He never wants to lose him, he holds him in his arms and has never felt more sure of anything or more strong. He was fucking petrified to touch Eddie as a kid, expect for once, when he thought  they were going to die. When he pulls off of him, Eddie’s eyes are wide and Bev calls to them to come kill this clown. They move off of the ground but Richie never breaks contact with Eddie. He grabs his hand, without hesitation and says, “c’mon.” Pennywise taunts him with, “You’re looking awful comfy over there with Eds, bet he wouldn’t hold your hand if he knew your secret.” And Richie just yells, “Fuck you!” And keeps holding on to Eddie’s hand. They get out of the sewers and Eddie hasn’t said a word but he lets Richie hold his hand. They walk to the quarry, all six of them in relative silence. Bev jumps first. She always does. Then Ben and Mike and Bill after him. Richie looks at Eddie and looks around in his head for something to say, as soon as he opens his mouth Eddie smiles and leads them off the cliff. 

Back in the town house, it’s late in the afternoon, but all of the losers decide rest is needed and well deserved. Eddie wordlessly leads them to his room. He takes out two pairs of his sleep shorts and a two oversized shirts. He some how knows Richie didn’t bring a change of clothes. He places them on the bed and goes to shower, he makes Richie shower after him. They crawl into bed together and Richie still can’t believe how much hasn’t been said and how much has been without any words at all. They fall asleep with Eddie’s face pressed against Richie’s neck, arms around each other, legs tangled like they would be on a late summer afternoon. Richie wakes up in the middle of the night, more aware then he ever has been that Eddie is there, he’s in a man’s, Eddie’s bed. It takes a moment for the panic to cease but not before he’s breathing loud enough for Eddie to wake up and put a hand on his shoulder, “Rich?” He asks softly. He wraps his arms around Richie’s middle but he can’t stop the screaming in his head, he can’t decide what’s more terrifying: almost losing Eddie, or being here with him. “It’s okay, Rich, it’s okay, we got it it’s gone.” He rubs circles on his back and fights the urge to lean over and kiss him. “Do you want me off of you?” He asks quietly, after Richie’s breathing has slowed, like he’s afraid of the answer. Richie is paralyzed by the fear of what he’s going to do next, like his body is moving without him, he cups Eddie’s face and kisses him, rapid and charged and afraid. Eddie kisses him back, puts his hands on top of Richie’s to stop them from shaking, but he’s shaking too. They kiss, just kiss, for a while. Before Eddie pushes Richie back on the bed and straddles him, he starts moving his shaking hands up his shirt. “Is, t-this- o-Okay?” He stammers, breath ragged. Richie whispers a yes. Eddie peels off the shirt for him and touches him all over, just feeling his skin underneath his fingers, letting them both feel the electricity instead of shying away from it. Richie tells himself not to freak out, that it’s okay, he’s allowed to feel this way. Eddie can touch him, he wants Eddie to touch him. But all the years of damage Derry has done is a layer he still has to peirce through. He knows it’s the same for Eddie. They’re both hard, overly excited from barely touching. “C-can I?” Eddie asks, dipping his hand down Richie’s boxers. “Y-yes,” he whispers softly again. And now Richie is naked, naked in Eddie’s bed. He wants to shout into the dark and crumble and cry and hold onto him and never let go. He asks if he can take off Eddie’s clothes for him and he does, trembling. They lay, face to face in silence for a moment, catching elusive breath. 

Eddie moves up, reaching for the bedside lamp, but not touching it yet. “Can I see you?” He asks softly.  

Richie nods wordlessly. The light flicks on and Richie feels the light seeping into to all his shame, all the scars that had never really healed since he was twelve. He feels like an already wounded animal in the headlights of an oncoming car. He doesn’t look up, he just shakes, harder then had before, trembling. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him, drinking him in. He feels disgust with himself brew in his stomach. “Richie?” He moves into his space again, face to face, holding his forehead to his. “Rich, you don’t have to be so embarrassed,” he kisses his face all over, then moves down to his chest. 

“Please,” he whimpers “You’re so beautiful,” he pants between the kisses. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world.” He flips Eddie over on to his back, and takes a minute to take him in finally. Richie moves down on him slowly, before kissing him everywhere. They slide together, hitched breaths and moans. All of the hard years of tension are bleeding out slowly and softly. Eddie asks what Richie wants to do, Richie pauses before he says to feel close to him. Eddie wants the same. It’s over fast for the both of them once Richie is inside of him. He cries at the contact, he can’t help himself, Eddie cries too. Richie collapses on his chest and holds him tight again, like he had earlier, saving him. “I love you, Eddie.” He whispers into the dim light of a motel in a town where they shared a childhood. Still afraid, very much afraid. But now, he has nothing to lose. This is all he wants. “I always have. I always will. I can’t live without you.” Tears fall onto his skin. 

Eddie kisses the top of his head, “I love you too. You’ll never have to again,” he promises. If you find someone worth holding onto, never let them go. 

stan offing himself bc he thought he was the weakest of the losers club and that he'd get them all killed is the most ridiculous thing bc yall KNOW that he would of shredded pennywise. the stress of having to put up with richie and eddie being gay pining shitheaded gremlins again AND ALSO dealing with this fucking fiveheaded ass clown AGAIN would cause him to snap. he'd verbally decimate pennywise in 2 seconds and rip his heart out himself and then shove eddie and richie off the quarry cliff once they're done bc he's had E-fucking-NOUGH of all of this.

that's the real reason he had to die bc if he would of lived the final fight scene would be over in seconds and andy muschietti and stephen king both know it

turns out eddies lips are comparable to the deadlights when it comes to their affect on Richie

funnier than any comedy ever.

The Cast Of “It Chapter Two” Finds Out Which Characters They Really Are

From the mouth of a One Percenter -

Abigail Disney

!!!!!!!!!!!

“Yes, there is a superyachtinvestor.com. Go look at it and it will make you so angry, you could chew glass.”

we stan class traitors on this blog

Abigail Disney has no control or input on the operations of the corporation, she is a Disney heiress and, in that respect, nothing else. She puts her money towards philanthropy, especially women’s movements around the globe and peace organizations like Peace is Loud and the Global Fund for Women. She is a documentary filmmaker who explores these themes as well.

There are problematic family investments she earns money from that, legally, she cannot divest from. Instead, she donates these profits to charities that counter to those investments.

Reblogging this version because I needed to read this after watching the video

She’s still saying this shit here in 2019 😍

lil something to get you through the day

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.

It is keeping me alive

I actually really needed this tonight, thank you

I really fucking needed this today please keep reblogging this today was awful

For all of us suffering from depression. Thanks for reblogging. I’m glad I saw this.

For anyone who needs this right now.

rip bryan, you will be missed

god how fukin tight was it rearranging your room when you were younger and it feeling like a different space and you’d show your parents and they’d be like wow very nice and you’d be like FUCK yes new room new me i’m gonna put these pillows and fluffy animals back on my bed every fukin morning from now on and like that night you can barely sleep cause you’re so excited to be sleeping in ur new room layout and then the novelty wears off and you go back to your messy self idk or was that just me