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WELCOME TO THE LOSER’S CLUB, ASSHOLE!
❝ If she breathes, she’s a thot. ❞
okay so uh holy shit i passed the 200 mark on my follower count a little while ago, and i’m finally getting around to making this post about it. i’ve had this blog for what?? 5 weeks?? that’s fucking wild. i know a lot of it is mostly hype over the new movie, but i’m beyond grateful for all of you anyway and i’m so happy that you’ve decided to stick around, even after i post something ridiculous. i’d really like to thank each of you individually, but that would take forever and frankly i’m lazy as shit. despite that, i do still want to personally acknowledge the individuals that stand out to me the most and have made this entire experience an enjoyable one. thank you. MVPS ( BLOGS I WOULD PROBABLY DIE FOR ):
firstly, @girlmourn: where do i even start?? honestly i thank god, like, everyday you decided to hop into my IMs over on mike, because you’re one of the most wonderful, creative people i’ve ever met. you’ve made both the stranger things rp fandom and now the it rp fandom such a friendly and comfortable place for me, you always actively try to involve me in things, and you’ve introduced me to other great people on top of that. you’ve been dealing with a lot lately but you still manage to be bright and enthusiastic and i adore that so much, honestly?? i would fight ten fully grown men, ass naked with a plastic spoon as my only weapon for you @scabiaus: another one of the most wonderful, genuine and creative people i’ve ever met!! despite my terrible conversational skills, you’ve been nothing but sweet and kind to me since we were introduced. i could literally write paragraphs upon paragraphs about how lovely your writing is and how fantastic leah is in general and i’d still have more to say. you deserve only the best and, to the rest of the it group chat ( @barmitzvahed, @shadowfound, @childeater, @bewitchie, @farmguilt, @bitchguilt, @foulfear and anyone else who’s url i definitely forgot ): i know i’m not very active simply because of my social anxiety, but i’m incredibly happy to be a part of this group, anyway. you’re all great in every department, whether it’s writing, character building, or plain old shenanigans. thank you for being inclusive and so passionate about what you do HONORABLE MENTIONS ( BLOGS I EITHER HAVEN’T SPOKEN TO MUCH OR ADMIRE FROM AFAR ): @savelosers, @itkeeper, @mignon19001, @mafclie, @bennyhanscom, @bevieonthelevee, @veluvet, @atheraine, @realfor, @daisyspat, @fckgiven, @simplywas, @witchlineage, @wheeziess, @shxyme, @sematarysoul, @abrastcne, @tinycomedian i appreciate each and every one of my followers and/or mutuals, so please don’t take me not putting you on here as me saying i don’t like your blog or anything like that. again, thank you.
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❝ Okay, see, this is exactly the sort of thing that makes us look like losers. ❞
I imagine that as the Losers grow up, Richie basically becomes the Lee Jordan of their high school and finagles his way into DJ-ing every dance and announcing at all the sports games -- a teacher has to wrestle the microphone away from him at every game because he gets too distracted hyping his friends on the team/doing voices to actually narrate what's happening
BITCH YES THAT’S THE CONTENT I’M HERE FOR!!!!!!!!!!
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Send ‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween! Let’s celebrate!
( :' )) thanks for following back even though my muse is as far from It as it (lol) gets! can't wait to write with you! )
nothing wrong with that! i enjoy throwing my muse into situations / universes / etc. where they’re unfamiliar, because it keeps things interesting! and, the sentiment is mutual! + thank you for following me in the first place
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His chest burned with a mixture of panic and the need for oxygen, but he didn’t stop—-he couldn’t. The hurried crunch of leaves and violent snap of branches beneath his feet seemed to echo against the otherwise overwhelming silence, but the sound barely registered at all. There were so many things he’d chased so desperately after in this life, whether metaphorical or literal, but this seemed to make everything before this seem so meaningless and trivial. This passed want and went straight to need, and he damn near hated himself for not realizing it sooner. How many ways are there to reply to ‘ I love you ’ , anyway? Richie, in the moment, could only think of one, and he knew it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. It wasn’t what he should’ve said. As most anything that comes out of his mouth, it was complete shit, and he knew it. Still, it was like he couldn’t stop it—-she’d bared her soul ( or some other poetic bullshit ), and he couldn’t even return the gesture. ❝ Kim! ❞ Finally spotting her was like a breath of fresh air, but his lungs still screamed with the need for more, and he nearly tumbled to the ground the second he was close enough to stop. His body lurched forward and his hands struggled to hold him up against his knees, but he managed to not completely sink into the dirt like he wanted to—-like he should. Words seemed to get stuck inbetween wheezing breaths and dry swallows, but he coughed them out nevertheless, his fervor muddled with the anxiety of knowing he’d fucked something else perfectly good up. ❝ Kim, I’m—-I’m so sorry, ❞ he starts, finally pulling himself back up to his full height, wide eyes framed perfectly behind thick glass and shoulders still heaving. ❝ I shouldn’t have said that. This isn’t—-it’s not funny. I just, I didn’t—- ❞ Richie’s breath skips in his throat, and he’s forced to stop for a moment, two, before he realizes he’s shut his eyes and his brows have screwed together so tight he can feel the ache between them. Prying them open to look at her once more is among one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, but he does it, because he owes her that much. ❝ I don’t... no one has ever said that to me, before. I didn’t know what to say, so I—-I did what I always do and acted like a fucking idiot. I’m sorry. ❞
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okay so this is basically an apology for not posting much in the way of starters / replies / writing in general, but my anxiety has gotten really bad during the last few days and it puts stress on my chest causing major chest pains + headaches, both of which make it very hard to get anything done. i’ve been slowly working on getting through drafts, but at the moment my state of mind makes me feel like nothing i put out there is adequate, so even if i do finish something i still feel like i can’t post it and feel good about it. thankfully, i found my anxiety medication today, and have been actively taking it! hopefully it’ll help, and i’ll be able to get back on track. thank you for being patient with me.
WELCOME TO THE LOSER’S CLUB, ASSHOLE!
hopped on the bandwagon and made an ic twitter account.
how’s ‘bout a starter call? length’ll probably vary.
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
Plus side of shipping with me: i will always be here to scream ideas and headcanons at and i will be screaming more along with you.
Downside of shipping with me: you will eventually come to the conclusion that i am satan.