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Hey, would anyone be interested in me making an unofficial IT game? I’m bored and wanna add something to the fandom 🎈

You know what I don’t even care that this only got 8 notes, I’m gonna do it

Hey, would anyone be interested in me making an unofficial IT game? I’m bored and wanna add something to the fandom 🎈

Pg. 9

     That turtle, George thought, going to the drawer where the matches were kept. Where did I see a turtle like that before?

      But no answer came, and he dismissed the question.

     "W-What an a-hole you are, Juh-Georgie," Bill said, amiably enough, and pushed back some of the sick-stuff on his nighttable. The old Philco radio was there, too, playing not Chopin or Bach but a Little Richard tune...very softly however, so softly that Little Richard was robbed of all his raw and elemental power. Their mother, who had studied classical piano at Juilliard, hated rock and roll. She did not merely dislike it; she abominated it.

     "I'm no a-hole," George said, sitting on the edge of Bill's bed and putting the things he had gathered on the nighttable.

     "Yes you are," Bill said. "Nothing but a great big brown a-hole, that's you."   George tried to imagine a kid who was nothing but a great big a-hole on legs and began to giggle.

     "Your a-hole is bigger than Augusta," Bill said, beginning to giggle too.

     "Your  a-hole is bigger than the whole state," George replied. This broke both boys up for nearly two minutes.

     There followed a whispered conversation of the sort which means very little to anyone save small boys: accusations of who was the biggest a-hole, who had the biggest a-hole, which a-hole was the brownest, and so on. Finally Bill said one of the forbidden words- he accused George of being a big brown shitty a-hole- and they both got laughing hard.

I literally can’t stop thinking about an IT and Les Mis crossover. Like the Amis hear about how intolerant Derry is so they show up and try to change things by teaming up with the local outcasts. It starts out serious enough with Mike teaching them about Derry’s past and Ben shows them places to hold a protest, but soon they’re at the quarry and chaos happens. Grantaire and Richie team up to annoy their boyfriends while Stan and Combeferre look on in fond annoyance. Eddy and Enjolras spend a lot of time wondering aloud why they ended up dating these two idiots but when they think no one can hear them they pretty much fangirl over them. Jehan and Ben write poems together whenever Jehan wasn’t too busy cooing over how Richie was a mini Grantaire, while Bev and Eponine smoke and bond over the idiot boys they’ve ended up being friends with. Richie joins them for a bit, and both pretend to be annoyed by him, but Bev’s barely suppressed smiles and Eponine’s abnoxiously ruffling his hair made it known they didn’t mind it. Richie’s jokes had only gotten more annoying throughout the day with Courfeyrac’s encouragement. They all are scolded by Eddie and Joly, whom the others tried to keep away from each other out of fear they would feed off each others’ fears, but instead they end up talking about how difficult it is to be constantly afraid and how they’ve been trying to cope. Bev and Eponine talk about their dads, and Grantaire and Richie also end up having some serious conversations about their childhoods and dealing with homophobia, and Grantaire teaches him some self defense for when Bowers attacks while Enj and Eddie try not to stare. Combeferre and Stan talk about moths and birds and Jehan goes bird watching with them before leaving to make flower crowns with Bev. Gavroche completely corrupts Georgie and the two cause mischief for hours, Courfeyrac giggling right along with them. Mike shows Bahorel and Bossuet around the farm, but Bossuet leaves shortly after being attacked by three chickens. Mike barely controls his laughter enough to help. Bahorel ends up walking around with ten kittens in his arms for the rest of the day. One of the cats ends up in Enjolras’ sweatshirt hood and the only clue to how it got there was a snickering Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and Mike. Bill and Feiully just sit quietly and watch with amusement as the chaos unfolds, and sometimes Enjolras joins them. At one point Feiully leaves to go talk more history with Mike. No one’s really sure why, but Feiully becomes Bev’s favorite, after Eponine, and Richie’s too, after Grantaire. Eponine sat by Bill as well, and he looked absolutely terrified but calmed down as they started talking. 

You know that one character? He’s from that one fandom based off of a book that is huge and most people don’t read. He’s a dark haired, depressed guy who’s in love with a small, angry boy and is part of a group of students who are trying to save their home city and annoys the boy he loves just to get attention, especially by calling him nicknames he hates and is super smart and brave even though no one expects him to be. He is the character whom people often make a musician or artist with a sad backstory in their fics and was willing to die just to the love of his life wouldn’t die alone facing the enemy and never got the chance to express his feelings. His name starts with an R and the boy he loves’ name starts with an E. You know him? Surely there’s only one character that fits that description…

Happy Halloween from your friend Pennywise

Nah, just kidding!

Just happy halloween from me dressed up as Georgywise!

unfortunately, the make up didn’t last through the evening duo to it making me sweat and hitch like hell. So I took it down before an allergic skin reaction took over.

Hypochondriac : Part 02

warnings: mentions of bullying, slow burn, not much :)

summary: returning to Derry was terrifying enough, but when Eddie finds himself forced to deal with painful truths, he second guesses everything he thought he knew. Peggy returns to her childhood home and decides that being a sacrifice isn’t so bad, as long as the ones she loves make it out alive. And she lets herself wonder what could have been when she finds out the fate of her first love.

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing for IT, and feedback is always appreciated!

PART ONE HERE

1985

The plane ride from JFK to Bangor, Maine didn’t sit well with Peggy for more reasons than a hellish storm and dangerous turbulence. Something felt off- even more off than the sound of Mike Hanlon’s voice as he told her that IT returned. She squeezed her eyes shut and marked the page in the book she’d given up on reading.

Unlike Bill Denbrough, who Peggy knew had a movie star wife and a highly successful writing career, and Ben Hanscom, who was internationally famous for his architectural designs, Peggy felt as if she had little to leave behind in her New York City apartment. These days, SoHo lacked the shine and love Peggy first fell in love with. She had never felt more alone after everything that happened with Nick, and that apartment still had his scent ingrained into each and every piece of furniture.

Peggy Turner and Nick Wilson fell in love hard and fast as naive college students, and they’d been so in love they never left the city: even after graduation. The lovebirds married by 25 and soon enough they had a decent apartment and the lives they’d always wanted. Peggy had a gallery in Brooklyn and Nick finally got that spot on the NYPD he’d always dreamt of. For a long time, they were really, truly, blissfully happy.

Until the summer of 1984.

Looking back, Peggy felt as if she should have known it was only the beginning of the end for her. As things usually happened for Peggy Turner, good things turned sour fairly quickly. And the summer of ‘84 was pretty high up on her list of bad memories.

Eyes still closed and fluttering softly, Peggy grasped around her memory for images of her husband. She could see him only fleetingly, in flashes of unruly hair and dimpled smiles. Just as quickly as his memory appeared, it morphed into someone else; someone Peggy had nearly forgotten. Nearly. Her heart thudded at the thought.

She had loved him so long ago, as if in another life entirely. Their relationship was sweet and innocent and pure, but when he moved away her young heart was shattered. If she didn’t think they were too young at the time, Peggy might have called him her first love.

And through her painful memories of last summer, Peggy found herself smiling like a fool on a crowded airplane. She didn’t know where Stanley Uris ended up or what he was up to, but she really hoped he was doing well.

For a moment- a brief, selfish moment- Peggy felt nearly excited to return to Derry if it meant seeing him again. She couldn’t have been more wrong about what Derry had in store for her.

1958

The pair walked in an uncomfortable silence, with Peggy carefully pulling at her cardigan in shame, and Eddie fiddling with the aspirator in his hand. She glanced sideways at him, mouth agape with half-spoken words.

“Eddie,” she said. “Am I loser?”

The boy nearly dropped his inhaler at this, taken aback. Sure, that word was no stranger to Eddie Kaspbrak, and to many of his friends, but it was not a term he would think to pin on a girl like Peggy Turner.

“Where did you get that idea?”

Peggy shrugged her shoulders, suddenly feeling very shy.

“That’s what they’ve been calling me,” she paused.

For a moment, he wanted to smile, maybe even laugh, and jokingly welcome her to the club. He and his friends were forever branded as losers. That much at least made sense to him. To their peers, Eddie Kaspbrak was a hypochondriac with a crazy mother, Bill Denbrough had a terrible stutter and a missing brother, Stanley Uris was Jewish and a neat-freak, and Richie Tozier’s glasses were too big and he never kept his TrashMouth shut.

Eddie glanced at her with furrowed eyebrows. He caught the tail end of her fiasco with Greta Bowie earlier that day, and thought about chasing after her, but Peggy ducked into the girls’ restroom before he could get to her.

It was common knowledge that Greta was a bully. She had a nasty tendency to harass anyone who stood out or who didn’t have as much money as her parents did. If Henry Bowers and his gang weren’t already doing it, she might give a go at Eddie and his friends from time to time. But Peggy? No one had seen that coming.

He thought for a moment that there must have been a reason Greta ruined Peggy’s pride and her clothing in one swift motion. What, though, he simply couldn’t work out.

As far as Eddie was concerned, Peggy was a walking daydream. She oozed kindness on cloudy days and always made sure her neighbor was okay, even if they weren’t exactly friends anymore. Apart from maybe Bill, Eddie admired Peggy the most in the world. He had never heard her say a bad word towards anyone, and seeing her with tear-stained cheeks and that defeated demeanor cracked his heart.

“I don’t think so,” he told her. “You’re not a loser to me.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how helpful he had been, but she smiled at him and he couldn’t help but to return the gesture. When Peggy pulled him into a side-hug, he tried to wriggle away, but she simply laughed and skipped ahead of him.

The girl turned on her heel to face her old friend and brushed her wild hair from her face. She started to ask where they were meeting him, but the words caught in her throat at the sight of Stan himself across the road. He stood on a park bench, focused on a book and oblivious to his approaching friends; Peggy thought he looked marvelous.

Eddie pretended not to notice the way she looked at him as he pulled her across the street.

“Stan likes to watch birds,” he explained.

“Birds?”

Eddie shrugged. Peggy smiled faintly.

Eddie had trouble matching her pace as she went to greet Stan.

“I hope you don’t mind that I crashed your afternoon,” she said sheepishly.

But Stan simply smiled at her, glancing at Eddie who stood behind her. Eddie silently pleaded with him not to say anything stupid, afraid it might offend her if he stared at her dirtied clothing.

“You’re not,” Stan said, blushing a faint pink.

Peggy tentatively sat down on the bench beside him, smoothing out her skirt, which left Eddie to stand or sit on the bare ground. He remained standing.

Stan clutched his book a little tighter in his lap as he caught a glimpse of the dirty state of Peggy’s clothing. He never liked unclean things. But this was Peggy and he had watched it happen.

She seemed oblivious to his gaze, as she remained silent for a moment.

“So,” Peggy glanced between the boys. “What’re you reading?”

She gently pushed his hands to close the book, smiling at the title. Stan parted his lips, embarrassed, and started to brush it off. She beat him to it.

“Cool,” she said.

He grinned back at her, surprised by her kind reaction. 

The three of them spent the better half of the afternoon strolling around the park, with Stan pointing out some Bluebirds and Eddie trailing a few inches behind them. Stan noted that his book claimed Bluebirds could symbolize transition, but kept this to himself. He never cared much for things like that.

They eventually collapsed on the grass- Stan testing the grass for dirt before sitting cross-legged beside Eddie, who Peggy had dragged down with her. Peggy laid back in the grass, dark hair fanning behind her head. She smiled to herself and watched the sky, occasionally laughing at something Eddie said.

Stan squinted at Peggy through the afternoon sun and grinned. He looked on with soft adoration as she deciphered shapes in the clouds; for the first time, he thought he could watch her all afternoon.

Pennywise (2017): *Tricks Bill into thinking he’s Georgie for the 1,068th time*

Pennywise (2019):

Watched IT chapter one the other day and all I keep thinking about is this AU idea called “let’s make a deal” where Bill protects Georgie by making a deal with Pennywise telling him that he’ll bring him only the terrible people in Derry to which Pennywise agrees. He enlists the help of his friends and they agree to do this in order to keep the kids of Derry safe (and to get rid of the bullies and Bevs shitty dad). Maybe some bonding occurs between Pennywise and the kids? Maybe he sees them as his kids or little siblings and starts to genuinely want to protect them since no one’s ever given him anything or treated him kindly before?

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Richie Tozier × Art Is Dead by Bo Burnham

"Have you ever been to a birthday party for children

And one of the 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!

I must be psychotic

I must be demented

To think that I'm worthy of all this attention"

"A self-centered artist

Self-obsessed artist

I am an artist

I am an artist

But I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid, kid

And maybe I'll grow out of it"