#belchhuggins

[alaskabarko]

IT Oneshots (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/4bI15Pf6C6 REQUEST PLEASE Mainly Stenbrough some Reddie and HenPat maybe Benverly

[svalunaisbackandreadytodie]

IT characters as people Memeulous has talked about in his videos

These are not based off their personalities or anything, I just randomly made this, the only one who actually matches the person is Pennywise with Rich White Man

Bill - Korean Billy

Eddie - Nanda

Richie - James RB10

Stan - Frosty The Greaser

Beverly - Soph Aspin

Mike - Bob & Bev

Ben - Lil Slobb

Henry - Little T

Patrick - SmokingInTheShed

Victor - Ryan Franklin(George called him Craig to avoid people finding out about his channel and bullying him, but they're mates now, I believe)

Belch - Frosty The Greaser

Pennywise - Rich White Man, bc I fear the audio in his videos so much

[reddie-fan-oficial]

𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/M3uxUMAuLbb ⤿ 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐵𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 = 𝑁𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑛. ⤿ 𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑠 = 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑜𝑛. ⤿ 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑐ℎ 𝐻𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 = 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑚. ⤿ 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐻𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 = 𝑂𝑤𝑒𝑛 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒.

[extremely-sad-girl]

RUDE - Sam Kimball - Prólogo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/HdLz7mzDF8 Recuerdo cuando alguien me preguntó; "¿Crees en el infierno?" Y recuerdo que le respondí; "Es lo que vivo todos los días, desde que nací" Bueno... estaba diciendo la verdad, mi vida era una mierda, literalmente odiaba a mi madre, quién murió en 1985 de cáncer de mama, por traerme al mundo, solo para vivir en este repugnante pueblo, junto con mi hermana menor, Marry, y mi padre Jerry. Si pudiera elegir entre vivir en las alcantarillas con ratas y aguas grises, o vivir en Derry, empacaría mis maletas y me haría amiga de las ratas más amigables, pero desafortunadamente esa decisión no la tomo yo, si no Jerry.

[emmalanena]

No es mi historia: ¡Ya No Molestes! [Patrick Hockstetter y tú] - Cap 22 Adiós (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/OUX5nEt7q3 Me irrita... Me irrita él, sus amigotes y su actitud. Está completamente enfermo pero no lo juzgo, vivir en este lugar podría acabar con la razón de cualquiera... Espero no permanecer mucho tiempo más aquí ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ADVERTENCIA Este fanfic está basado en la película dirigida por Andy Muschietti PERO Yo estoy leyendo el libro y quiero mostrar un poco la realidad de los personajes de Stephen King, todos sabremos que esta obra no vendría siendo lo que se dice "Color de rosa" por tanto, abstenerse de dejar comentarios ofensivos al encontrar dialogos Homófobos, Racistas, Machistas y comentarios o situaciones algo salidas de tono Avisados quedan ------------ Los personajes utilizados en esta obra (A excepción de la protagonista) le pertenecen a Stephen King, yo sólo los utilizo con el único fin de entretener ¡Prohibida su copia!

[rmoseley]

Caged bird4

    I had never once took the precious time out of my day to  talk to Butch Bowers, I wasn’t plaining to today until he put me on the spot. He was horrible, just horrible. Now I understand why Henry acts the way he does, he was treated like he was less of a person, and Butch was probably modeling Henry to be just like him, and being around that for most of his life has probably made Henry think that that’s how he’s supposed to act. Henry doesn’t have that one person to push him to the light side, he just has Belch and Vic.

   Those two just want to be friends with him so that they won’t get bullied. I knew Henry wasn’t all that bad, when my ma had to burry an empty casket, (Betty had never been found.) Henry brought food to the wake, It was something simple, just a tuna noodle casserole but it was the best one I've ever eaten. He offered me and my Ma his condolences and left, probably to try and beat Butch home. 

   I decided, enough was enough, I'm goin to help Henry out as best as I can. looked out my window which was parallel with Henry’ s upstairs window, I lived right next to his farm and occasionally shooed some of their stray chickens back into their yard. I could just see Henry, he was sitting on the window seal, his head in his hands, bawling. He had his shirt off and I saw the damage that Butch had done to him for the first time. Their were old scars that littered his back, he was covered in bruises, he looked like he was in pain. my heart ached for him. He deserved to be treated like a human being.

   The first official day of summer break was upon us, and I was spending it with no one but my books and the porch swing on my back porch.

“Hey Ripsom. I looked up from my book and smiled. Henry poked his head out from over the fence.

“What’s up Bowers?” I asked marking my page and closing my book. 

    “I’m missing a young Dominicker hen, you seen her?” he asked me. I shook my head. “No but I can help you find her.” I said smiling. he shook his head, “No, you can’t come over here, my old man will throw a fit, me having a bitch like you over.” he said. I knew what he was doing. he didn’t want me over because if Butch found out he would beat him again. I sighed and grabbed my book.

   He was going to make things hard for me.