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had to be done
I love seeing all the fanart of people giving reddie pomeranians as pets but lets be real
that dudes scared as hell of them now
I miss you reddie
I wanted to draw all of the lucky seven but gave up mid process
when the character is obsessive and desperate and guilty and scared and ashamed and traumatized and repressed
'It's all a lie!' Eddie cried, surprised the words came out so strongly from his tight chest. He was thinking of Bill, how Bill would react to such amazing charges. Bill would know what to say, stutter or not. Bill would know how to be brave. 'All a great big lie! I do have asthma, I do!'
'I'm not crazy,' Eddie whispered, the words coming out in a bare husk.
Oh, don't be so stupid, he answered himself back, trying to sound, in his own mind, like Stuttering Bill. Stuttering Bill had replaced Jock Mahoney, who played the Range Rider on TV Saturday mornings, as the great hero of Eddie's life. In spite of the fact that he couldn't talk right, Big Bill always seemed to be on top of things. This guy's a pharmacist, not a doctor, for cripe's sake. But Eddie was still nervous.
es demasiado real que eddie SIEMPRE tenga a bill cómo punto de referencia, literalmente bill es el goat
'Yes, sir,' Eddie said faintly. His breathing was indeed shallowing up. He wasn't yet whistling like a tea-kettle (which was how Richie put it: Somebody turn Eddie off! He's reached the boil!), but that might happen at any time. He looked longingly at the aspirator on Mr Keene's desk, and because something else seemed required, he said: 'I'll be twelve in November.'
+ my creations so far
Does anyone still fw tomodachi life??
Mii losers club!!!!!
richie! richie! richie!
Fem og losers club + my first time drawing pennywise and georgie + some marges
please bring back Richie Tozier’s werewolf, I’m begging
Reddie hasta la muerte