yea this was inevitable

want to stress i am not a clown fucker, i just love to draw pennywise small and cute because it makes my friends yell at me for my crimes

[rorschachisgay]

richie listens to mitski

[blessyouhawkeye]

[mordhiobhail]

cool cool cool down

[trashcanprince]

shower him with affection 🥰

[taibanie]

ugh i'm so mad i'm going to go home and touch my husband's tits so i won't be mad

[trashcanprince]

🍑 enjoy some very domestic reddie 🍑

[gentlyyearning]

here, take this ooey gooey nonsense

[mari-or]

late afternoon nap

[mari-or]

Felt like coloring a drawing I did a few days ago

[aasterisms]

Eddie likes to get drunk at Malibu beaches and yell at people to stop littering.

Richie loves his husband very much.

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I’m taking commissions! 🌟

[joeyclaire]

[aasterisms]

Here’s more hyper fixation stuff 

also I stayed up until 5 am reading @skinks  fanfic and my brain is oozing out of my ears so thank you It fandom

[trashmouthkid]

I love all the different ways Richie and Eddie could get together after Chapter 2–grand love confessions, Capital K Kisses, running into each other’s arms, or months more of agonized pining… but I’m also sort of charmed by the idea of them just. Going on a date and “seeing what happens.” Because it’s laughable, right? The love there, the life-long friendship, the underlying supernatural force that surrounds their relationship… it’s more than a date can really articulate. But they still live in the real world, and Eddie’s just gotten divorced and his feelings are still a little vague so this is what they decide to do. And all in all it’s fine, just weird because it doesn’t really feel like a date, but the pressure of it being one still hangs over their heads so they can’t really hang out like normal either.

Richie takes Eddie home afterward, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets as they walk side by side, and finally he says “is it weird that I’m nervous? I used to walk you home all the time when we were kids.”

Eddie shrugs as they reach his doorstep. “Well, when we were kids, all you had to worry about was waving goodbye without falling off your bike.”  He sticks his key in the front door and turns back to Richie. “And inviting you inside meant reading Little Lulu comics and talking about your ventriloquist aspirations.”

Richie swallows. “Are you inviting me inside, Eddie?” he asks, stiff still. 

Eddie reaches out for Richie’s tie, brushing his thumb over the pattern curiously. “Yeah, but Richie,” he says, looking up at him then, “I don’t have any comics.” 

[kerua-karua]

- my night is colored headache gray

[boneandarrowart]

i draw (1) pose

[snowpiart]

chapter 2 made me…upset

[thotfuss]

Albert Camus // It Chapter 2 (dir. Andy Muschietti)