Skeptic Boy

Side-RP Blog for Stanley Uris from It (2017) icon belongs to 1988andy"When you're a kid, you think that you'll always be... protected, and cared for. Then, one day, you realize that's not true. If you open your eyes, you will see what we're going through. 'Cause when you're alone as a kid, the monsters see you as weaker. You don't even know they're getting closer. Until it's too late."

[hesitantbirder]

When muse wants to come back because of Chapter 2..

[chaoticmischievousmagic]

So I love these Sountrack Listing Names–

-Sees Stan’s Letter as a Title-

[itsdeadlights]

My feelings regarding new footage and “spoilers”

[rpmusings-galore]

                                          you  lied  to  me…

                                                 you  lied  to  me. 

[beepfuckingbeeprichie]

Stanley Uris: Fae

//Eddie// //Richie// //Beverly// //Bill// //Mike// //Ben//

the loser’s club as mythical creatures

[hesitantbirder]

@ofyellowraincoats

I mean, I've got a bowers blog i you wanna roll those dice --

Give it to meee!

[hesitantbirder]

When you want to rp with the Bowers Gang... then realize they'd probably kill Stan... so conflicted

[funwithpossums]

you dont wanna mess with me i cry easily

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse is always low-key ready to FIGHT somebody

[hesitantbirder]

sugartrashmouth:

Richie started to chuckle at the accent, but trailed off when he heard his old nickname. It had been years since anybody called him that. He peered at the stranger, and the fine features seemed so familiar. Memories surfaced one after the other, faster and faster until it was a steady stream of images and conversations that he had known all the time but it had always been just out of reach. Like a cabinet without a key, tucked away in a corner of an old archive.

“Stan?” he whispered incredulously. “Stan!” Without thinking he all but leapt forward, wrapping his arms around his old friend. “Stan the Man… never do a British accent again, for the love of God.”

He was not very thankful of the other man leaping forward and wrapping his arms around him. The sudden hug was accepted though and he couldn’t help but keep his smile and hug the other. How Stan recognized Richie is beyond him but here they were, he guessed the arm was okay considering it was wrapped around him..

“Now you know what we had to endure all those years ago” He grinned, this idiot was tall and very handsome indeed, still the glasses being gone was a bit sad. “It feels like forever since we’ve seen each other.” The memories had been locked away for a reason, but Stan felt like he found the memory, slowly he took them out. Trying to remember all at once led to a migraine. “You’ve gotten old, hopefully also got a bit more mature”

[hesitantbirder]

@sugartrashmouth continued from here

He had guessed he wouldn’t be remembered, it hurt a lot less than he thought it would in reality. Well, the other man was drunk it seemed and Stan nearly watched his former friend get run over by a bus of all things. If it wasn’t as worrying he’d have laughed at this reunion.

“I don’t know. I think so” He’d have cared less if he hadn’t seen the other man’s face and a few memories came back of the familiar trash mouth. “For now let’s get you bandaged up, up you get.” He tried to add a british accent to his voice but it came out terrible. “Don’t need you to die before you remember me a little, Trashmouth.”

[hesitantbirder]

What Is Your Tragic Flaw?

You got: Selfishness

You'd love to be generous and empathetic, but your instincts tell you to look out for yourself alone, and who are you to deny an instinct? You can't help taking a cut for yourself and demanding you get credit for all you do. But here's one way your flaw could help you: When you find a person whose desires you care for more than your own, you can be sure it's love.

Tagged by: @sugartrashmouth

Tagging: anyone that wants to

[bob-belcher]

[diversed]

Has your heart ever ached so much you just want to rip it out your chest because it would be less painful

[hesitantbirder]

Eyes lower as he approached Neibot House. No one knew he’d ever come here again, especially alone. After what had happened at the restaurant, it made everyone on edge. And here he was, standing at the one place he’d sworn never to go into or even near again. Memories returned slowly, but only the bad ones seemed to come first. 

Instinctively he touched along his jawline where old and barely noticeable scars were. “You will not win..” He whispers. But in his mind he remembered not a few days ago he nearly took his own life. Nearly. He hadn’t told his friends that and he hoped he would never. “You will not win.” He kept his voice low in case anyone passed by and saw him. His eyes welling up with tears but they were of anger and not fear. “What I’d give to make you stop killing others.” He was eyeing the old house for any movement, listening for any words. “You aren’t here, you aren’t that stupid. But I know you are watching all of us.” 

For once in his life, he faced his fear head on, feeling like Bill for a moment, all those years ago when the boy hadn’t stuttered once on those steps. Just a moment, he felt he could kill It, and just for a moment, he knew The Turtle cannot help them. “Watch over us wherever you are.” He began walking away, aiming to go back to the other Losers. Yes.. they can win this. He believed that and will always believe that.

[dailytolkien]

[whitakersantos]

The way Wyatt hugs Nick. Reblog if you agree