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(( ooc; Howdy all, unfortnately I’m going to have to put this blog on hiatus due to unforseen life circumstances ! Weirdly, I don’t feel much like writing while I’m busy worrying about where I’m going to live in 2 months. Go figure.

Hopefully I’ll be back in early December. (And who knows, I may switch from hiatus to semi-hiatus before then once I have a plan in place.) But until then I’ll see you all on the flip side. ))

spookyeddie-blog

❝No matter how much time goes by,

And no matter how much we grow up,

For worse,

Or for better,

From now,

Till forever,

I'll always remember you young.❞

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Notice of hiatus

(( ooc; Howdy all, unfortnately I’m going to have to put this blog on hiatus due to unforseen life circumstances ! Weirdly, I don’t feel much like writing while I’m busy worrying about where I’m going to live in 2 months. Go figure.

Hopefully I’ll be back in early December. (And who knows, I may switch from hiatus to semi-hiatus before then once I have a plan in place.) But until then I’ll see you all on the flip side. ))

#☀ooc: just a beer and a bath

romanhollliday

Love’s Messenger (detail) , c. 1885. Marie Spartali Stillman

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kaspbraakspeaking‌:

“If we had lost..” he began, not sure what might have happened. Ben’s research when they were kids proved that It seemed to live in Derry for a long time, and It seemed to have a sweet deal there, getting away with everything. If we had lost, we’d all be dead right now. Obviously. But Stan pointed that out.

“I think it would have stayed cozy down there.” Their bones would have been in It’s own personal pile, probably as trophies.

Stan stared at him with a blank expression for a long moment before snorting out a burst of laughter. “Yeah, I guess It would have.” He said through his fingers as he raised a hand to cover the smile spreading across his face. There was something about the word cozy that called to mind a fluffy little dog in a comfortable bed.

“Sorry, I just...” He shook his head, “You would think that after however many hundreds of thousands of years It would have come up with something a little more comfortable than a bed of human bones.”

#kaspbraakspeaking #☁he lives those 27 years and then he keeps going

shotbled replied to your post “??”

sfdljdsflkdsjfj oh man

I mean... hypothetically, is it morally wrong to lock up a child killing monstrosity and use it for helium??? i don’t think it is.

#shotbled #☀ooc: just a beer and a bath

(( ooc; i’m working on slowly making icons for this blog, so if we have a pre-existing thread that was formerly iconless feel free to add icons to your replies if you like using them. i’ll respond in kind ))

#☀ooc: just a beer and a bath

@dcrryborn

It was entirely possible that he was being presumptuous. Jeffrey hadn’t exactly asked him to come over and help clean. (In fact he hadn’t said anything even remotely close to that, it had been more along the lines of ‘if you want to hang out again sometime...’ and Stan had taken it upon himself to fill in the rest.) But it was too late to turn back now. He was here, on his friend’s doorstep, with a bag full of cleaning supplies and a determined look in his eyes.

Stan knocked. And waited. And tried not to let doubt creep into his thoughts. It would be fine. They'd have a nice time and things would look a little tidier when they were done.

#☁we're much too young for all of this #kid timeline #dcrryborn

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@n3vers sent “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text: Patricia 🐦] Life is shot[text: Patricia 🐦] *short[text: Patricia 🐦] And you are very pretty.[text: Patricia 🐦] And did you know it’s no thathard to melt a sliver dollar down?[text: Patricia 🐦] *silver[text: Patricia 🐦] It takes an afternoon tops

#n3vers #☁he lives those 27 years and then there's a phone call #adult timeline #sometime earlier in their relationship #when they're dating but not engaged or anything #also patricia is the first person to get an emoji next to her name in the history of stan's phone

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@dcrryborn sent “@” for a SCARED text.

[text: Jefferson] Full disclosure: this is stupid[text: Jefferson] But if you’re not busy could you swing by my place, find whatever’s dripping, and make it stop?[text: Jefferson] I think I can hear them again.

#dcrryborn #☁he lives those 27 years and then he keeps going #adult timeline #(( not included: the fact that all of these texts were sent from a bedroom closet ))

uraslcppybitch‌:

@ornithologicallysound sent the ask: our muses get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel together

As soon as the Ferris Wheel stopped, Richie started rocking back and forth. He didn’t even process the shouts of the operator up at the riders as he stared out across the fair ground. “It’s kinda crazy isn’t it? This is usually just some empty field for cows to shit in, but now, it’s like a magic wonderland,” he mused, staring down at all the lights, the music only a faint hum at this distance.

He turned to Stan, fully anticipating for him to be almost as annoyed at the guy on the ground. “What d’ya think Stanny? Does it make you feel like you can fly?” He knew his friend had a weird hard-on for birds, maybe that was why he suggested the ride.

Being stuck up in the air wouldn’t have been half as bad if they hadn’t also been swinging back and forth in the little Ferris Wheel capsule courtesy of Richie. “There are still some cows over there,” Stan pointed just beyond the glow of the fairground lights, keeping one hand clenched around the bar holding them in their seats.

He tried not to look too annoyed--after all he had been the one who’d suggested the Ferris Wheel. “It pains me to say this, but I think you were right. We should have gone to get a funnel cake first.” Stan tried to muster up a smile that ended up looking more like a grimace. “And I don’t know about flying, but I think one of us might get flung out of this thing if you don’t stop rocking it.” Both of his hands were clutching the bar now, knuckles white.

#uraslcppybitch #☁we're much too young for all of this #(( sorry this took me 20 years to write ))

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@shotbled sent “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text: Beverly] makes the helium[text: Beverly] *IT makes the helium[text: Beverly] we shouldhave harvested it[text: Beverly] ducking balloons[text: Beverly] *fucking

#shotbled #☁he lives those 27 years and then he keeps going #thanks!#please imagine these texts were each sent exactly 1 minute apart #with immense focus

rpmememaker

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#☁take the call #i love text threads very much

daedaluscried·:

@ornithologicallysound·

“ Did you know that…Many birds, such as starlings, sing notes too high for humans to hear . “ She had a special interest in birds, an even more special interest in song birds.

“I did know that, actually.” He tried not to sound too pretentious as a smile began to spread across his face. “Did you know that the common poorwill actually hibernates during the winter?”

#daedaluscried #☁he lives those 27 years and then there's a phone call #adult timeline

o5. Stan treats his cell phone like an address book. He fills his contact entries with as much information as possible and always uses everyone’s full names. The full names thing is a joke that he’s shared with no one and that he finds extremely funny.

#☁i believe in the golden bald eagle #i subscribe to a world where they get to remember each other #and text and stuff

@lcngdays ✉ from here

[text: unknown number] I think you sent this to the wrong person [text: unknown number] But I’ll bite. Which cuts qualify as “less savory”?

#lcngdays #☁he lives those 27 years and then there's a phone call #adult timeline

@lcngdays ➴ continued from here

He hasn’t been to a fair in a long time; there’s something about them that makes his skin crawl, so he’s been avoiding them for as long as he can remember. The smell of popcorn and fried dough coupled with the sound of balloons bumping against each other has him clenching and unclenching his fists. Stan thinks that if he doesn’t get away from it all soon he’s going to have some kind of panic attack. Plus maybe he’ll be able to see the spot where he’s supposed to meet the other kids from band class. They’d described it as ‘the big red booth’, but so far he’d seen a lot of those and none of the people from school.

So he’s in line for the ferris wheel, only half paying attention as they pair him up with someone. He’s still only half paying attention as the ride begins it’s lazy loop. Only half paying attention until the stranger speaks, threatening to jump off on a dare. “You wouldn’t die from this height, you’d probably just break your legs like little toothpicks so--” It’s not the words, or the dark intent behind the joke that he finds so jarring, it’s that when he turns (preemptively annoyed) he’s looking at the wrong person.

“No, don’t... I don’t dare you to jump. Why would you even ask that?” He’s flustered as he stares at them. They’ve definitely got the wrong face even though he can’t say what the right one would look like. There’s a beep beep somewhere below them as the ride slows to a stop to let another couple on, and Stan suddenly feels sick all over again.

#lcngdays #☁he lives those 27 years and then there's a phone call #(( setting this one post-Derry #probably teenage years #just fyi ))

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