𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱: 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿

“entertainers like to seem complicated, but we’re not complicated.

I can explain it pretty easily,

have you ever been to a birthday party for children? and one of those children won’t stop screaming?

‘Cause he’s just a little attention attractor

When he grows up to be a comic or actor, he’ll be rewarded for never maturing,

for never understanding or learning

that every day can’t be about him, there’s other people

you selfish asshole

but I’m just a kid

I’m just a kid

and maybe I’ll grow out of it

I imagine Richies humor to be the same as Bo’s. Like Richie would genuinely write this song.

I offer you sock puppet shitposting 🧦 ✨✨✨✨

I really like this one so I wanted to post it separately  mechanic Eddie with his little mechanic shop

It Reversed Au

it only took me 84 years to finish this ha,, ha. (based on this)

Fic: In his senior year, Richie stretched out, replaced his massive glasses, and updated his wardrobe. He was no longer the ugly duckling he had been when he was 13. The only thing that hasn't changed is his addiction to cigarette smoke and the complaints of one particular asthmatic

Richie at 17:

Let me tack on some hot bhader at 19 tho maybe we could compromise 😂

husbands + rings

here he is the motherfucker

Richie and Eddie deserved better and no I won’t shut the fuck up about it

prom for the losers

venmo au:)

Kisses on husband’s laps

hurt/comfort

Eddie isn’t ready to come out—to his friends or to himself, really—but sometimes you have a job on the 5th floor of a weirdly angled building and a cubicle next to a guy that’s seen you have lunch with stand-up comedian Richie Tozier and is asking you to introduce them and that can unravel things pretty quickly. So Eddie doesn’t say yes, but he doesn’t say no exactly either, he says he’ll talk to Richie about it because honestly the man is smart, and attractive, and young—like, god is he young—and who is Eddie to keep that from Richie? And why would it matter to him anyway? He asks Bill this maybe once, maybe five times, and even Bill Denbrough has the sense to eventually say “well maybe it does matter to you, Eddie” which is when Eddie decides he isn’t being helpful and hangs up. But. He gets there. It’s 3am and his hair is a nightmare and his sock drawer has been organized 6 ways from Sunday, but he gets there. He leaves Richie a sort of convoluted voicemail that goes something like “-up, please don’t pick up. Oh! Good. Uh. Ok. So here’s the thing, Richie, and I’ll try to make this quick. A guy I work with wants to hook up with you and I’m going to send you his picture for full transparency here, but the thing is that I don’t think you should say yes because when I heard him say he was interested in you, well I just…frankly I…Richie, I wanted to claw his eyes out. Okay. And I don’t know if that means anything to you, but if it does, then call me back. Also while I’m talking, it’s not like I’m going out of my mind over here or anything, but I think if I saw you come to the office for him and not me I would probably vomit. Sorry for ending this voicemail on a note about throw up. That’s not very romantic, is it? Ok, bye.” 

He leaves a second message a couple minutes later, this time saying “This is Eddie, by the way. I think I forgot to mention that before. Just in case you didn’t know. Not that I think you should be able to tell, or that it’s weird if you can or anything, I just don’t want to be presumptuous. Oh god. Okay, I’m hanging up now. And this is Eddie, by the way! Jesus fucking christ. Alright. Bye.”