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i wonāt hesitate bitch
Richie: hi Stan
Stan: Go away you fucking scum of the earth
Stan: *turns to bill* do you think he knows Iām in love with him
Bill: Nuh-No, not at all
Why, why what a terrible time (to be alive)| Stozier University!AU
University!AU where Stan studies accounting and (obviously) loves to spend time in the park watching birds and one day he just sits on his favourite bench, doing some homework and gazing at the pretty birds around him and he sees a boy on a skateboard with a horrendous sense of fashion, crooked coke-bottle glasses and colorful band-aids on his knees and he is weirdly interested, watching him doing tricks instead of focusing on his things.
So when he meets him another day in a coffee lounge he works in he is just delighted but as soon as the boy opens his mouth (throwing aĀ āyour momā joke at him obviously) Stanley gets kind of disappointed.
But then
THEN the boy smiles at him and scribbles down something on a piece of paper and wow, it is his phone number withĀ āYou are adorable, please call me xx Richieā AND WELL OF COURSE STAN CALLS HIM THE SAME AFTERNOON
Would you guys want me to write it? Let me know!!
reblog if youāre gay, shy or a fucking idiot
how about all three
Iām all three too man.
reblog if youāre an active It blog
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Hi welcome to chiliās
Important
I have reason to believe that someone is going around into other peopleās accounts and sending them messages on IM with fake links.Ā
This happened to me just now. I thought it was suspicious after seeing the tinyurl link, but I clicked it anyway and it brought me here:
Whatever you do, DO NOT LOG IN. Take a closer look at the URL at the top.
This is a scam. Itās a website made to look like tumblrās home page, and it will steal your information and hack you right out of your account.
My guess is that this has already happened to tumblr user @turntableking and their account is being used to drag more people in.
Please be careful!
just got this and was like no
Shit! I FUCKING LOGGED IN!!! š”š”š”šššššš I DONāT WANNA START OVER!!!
Damn it! I knew I should have reblogged it! Then you wouldāve seen it.
Itās ok love I changed my password so they wonāt get in.
Just Got One, dont click it
itsover goodbye guys i fucked upĀ
mee tooĀ I got it from someone called fandomthingsask
Keep your eyes peeled guys!
Guys, change the password now!!!!Ā
Damn it!! I just put my shit in!
Yes, I feel for the sane shit
Okay so, I may have fallen for this trick lol, but if youāve fallen for this trick too, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD IMMEDIATELY! (Thatās what I did)
Stay safe everyone!
I had to change my password and it was a nightmare. PLEASE donāt click it
This is horrible spread the word be safe and donāt click on the link!!!!
Holy crap
Donāt click on any suspicious links, even if you know itās probably bad and want to warn other people. Ignore the link and make a post about it.
Donāt just ignore it - PressĀ āāLooks suspicious? Mark as spamāā button in the chat, so Tumblrās gonna take a move agaisnt.
Even better.
Reblogging. I personally never got one of those, but someone else might.
Hey, stop scrolling.
Everyone who is reading this: Iām so glad youāre alive. Iām so proud of you. You are loved. Iām here. Donāt give up, weāre almost there.
Pass it on.
please
request a headcanon iām so bored
i honestly don't like any other IT ship other than stozier and benverly but i will do any IT ship. i am d o w n
please
request a headcanon i'm so bored
Stan did not like Valentineās Day.
It was messy. It was too chaotic and too much feelings poured out. It was messy, hearts being filled and hearts being broken in high numbers. He watched as oblivious people sauntered away from lockers, from gifts, from the person who loved them. He watched the sales of red hearts, red flowers, red, red, red⦠rise impeccably.
āWhy red?ā He always wondered. āRed is so harsh and so cruel. Why not blue?ā
Stan did not like Valentineās Day because it encompassed his biggest fear. His fear of falling in love. And not just falling in love, but falling in love with his best friend, a boy.
And every year, heād watch his estranged lover aim for someone new, often a girl, just to get shot down. Every year, heād watch the girl scrunch up her nose and turn away from the young, handsome boy. Every year, heād watch the boyās face fall before shrugging and moving back towards his friends. Every year, he wished it was him.
Luck didnāt work like that. Especially not for a boy who had to flick his bedroom light on and off thirteen times before leaving. Especially not for a boy who once cried because the colours of his sheets faded in the wash and it no longer matched. Especially not for a boy who fell asleep to the thoughts of wild curls against the back of neck, tickling and feeling like home.
So Stan always sat, every February Fourteenth with a curled lip and darkened eyes. Until he didnāt have to.
The boy of his dreams, the one who got under his skin and pulled every end of his nerves, showed up at his door. Fresh. Clean. His hair was brushed but the curls were still wild. His glasses had been removed. Contacts, he remembered the boy saying. Grew tired of breaking 'em. Fresh shaved face, chapped lips glistening with some sort of gloss. A button-down, wrinkled but put on. And a set of blue flowers.
Blue, blue, blue.
I know you donāt like red, the boy said with a wavering voice. He sounded nervous. Stan had never heard him speak like that before; soft and gentle, like the slightest noise would crush Stan. I also know you donāt like milk chocolate so I got dark.
Stan, in his fresh, matching silk pajamas laughed. His face twisted into a wide grin and tears burned at the back of his eyes. He slipped down and wrapped his arms around the boy and tears bubbled at the back of his throat. The curls pressed against his neck and Stan felt safe; cigarettes and cheap cologne and a faint hint of vanilla perfume.
I love you, Richie.
Really?
So, for the next few years, Richie showed up like clockwork. 11:47 p.m., just like the first year, with an attempted iron button up and blue flowers and dark chocolate.
Stan started to like Valentineās Day.
headcanon that richie&stan keep their relationship private for awhile but they come in a dumb way (probably something along the lines of Eddie telling Richie āIām going to choke you if you donāt shut upā and Richie resounding with āthatās Stanielās jobā) and when the club is like āoh cool whatever you finally told usā, richie just turns to stan and is all like
āTHEY
BE-EYEEEN KNEW (insert voice crack)
STANLEYā
and Stan is like āI suddenly forget why Iām dating youā
richie randomly picking stan up and carrying him around bridal-style while stan squeals and yells at himāput me down, richie! richie, iām gonna fall!ā and richie just laughs and calls stan adorable.
some days though, days where stan is feeling soft, he wonāt protest and just let himself fall into richieās arms, his face pressed again richieās neck, a faint smile on his face. days like those will leave richie grinning and close to tears at how precious his boyfriend is.
the losers club as things i saw, heard, or said in the past week
bill: what do you want to be in twenty years
ben: a library
āāāāā
all seven, in unison: *chanting ākill it!ā repeatedly with absolutely no explanation as to why*
āāāāā
richie: i just *clenches fist in front of face dramatically* donāt want to
āāāāā
eddie: i mean⦠that sounds pretty gay
richie: you sound pretty gay
mike: literally both of you are gay
eddie: wow we get it youāre straight
āāāāā
stan: *drops pencil and stares at it* i fucking hate existing
āāāāā
mike: *crying over a picture of a chicken wearing a hat*
āāāāā
beverly, in response to the co-chairman of the committee calling her his assistant: we both know iām in charge here, fuckinā pussy
āāāāā
bill: *makes eye contact with richie across the classroom*
richie, with no emotion on his face: *starts sliding his phone into his mouth*
bill, under his breath: what the fuck is wrong with you
āāāāā
ben: i woke up in the middle of the night panicking about my sixteenth birthday
ben: it took fifteen minutes before i remembered that iām already eighteen
āāāāā
bill: iām a lover, not a fighter
beverly: you punched me in the tit this morning
bill: well you shouldnāt have fucking touched my muffin
āāāāā
eddie: good news, after some help from the teacher, i figured out how to solve the problem on my quiz
eddie: bad news, i needed help because i was so tired that i forgot how division works
āāāāā
richie: does anything make you happy
stan: sometimes i think about going to your funeral
stan: never fails to make me smile
āāāāā
mike: *starts playing flappy bird in class*
richie: WHAT THE FUCK ITāS 2018
āāāāā
beverly: *shows up twenty minutes late wearing a panda onesie and holding a milkshake*
āāāāā
all seven: *telling weird stories about their families*
mike: my dad wrestled a shark once
stan: explain
mike: he was on a boat
stan: that doesnāt help
Reblog if you are 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.
Fucking tell me dude. I donāt get mad or awk. Thereās no point in you feeling weird through our convo. Let me know and Iāll do my best to change it up, I might slip up, but just remind me :)
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āIt gets Strangerā; a crossover!
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