heggsys replied to your post “Who wants to know something dumb and stupid happening tomorrow”
me
i have a date tomorrow, but the only place we could meet up is my home town, so im taking the 3 hr coach back home, praying to GOD that i don’t see anyone i actually know, then taking the 3 hr coach BACK afterwards to go drinking with my housemate
a birthday Bruce for @heggsys! i tried my best to get his likeness but it seems like the man never faced left at 3/4ths, but still. happy birthday Kelsey!! and many more!
@heggsys replied to your post “i swear to god some people. tumblr has this mentality of Let’s Kill...”
hi sorry nazis can’t be reasoned with bc they ‘know’ they’re right and that you’re ‘wrong’ and that reasoning w/ them wouldn’t have stopped ppl from dying. so if i want all nazis to die i want all nazis to die
hi i had a super elaborate answer typed out about Pegida and the GDR background, about Hitler and how Germany is still influenced by neonazis. But you know what?
I don’t want them to die bc I want them to go to prison. I want them to sit in their cell, stare at the wall and literally have no other choice than think about why society doesn’t want a single thing to do with them. Why they’re disgusting, why they’re dangerous why they’re vile, nasty excuses for human beings that don’t belong with us. I don’t want them to get the easy way out and be glorified by whoever comes up next with some nationalist belief on this planet.
Eddie’s arm stops just shy of his shoulder, a scarred nub thatsticks out against the rest of his clean and unblemished skin. He finds himselftouching it constantly, like when a tooth hurts and you can’t help but poke itwith your tongue.
The others are kind and pretend to ignore it, this elephantin the room. Truth be told, none of them can remember how the arm came to bemissing in the first place, with the six of them quietly forgetting that theyfought Pennywise, that they went down to the sewers as children, and came backas adults, broken and missing in numbers.
“Here he is!” Richie announces, delighted, when Eddie comesback from the hospital. “The one armed wonder! The limbless miracle! EddieSpaghetti Kaspbrak, but don’t worry, he’s armless!”
“Please don’t.” Eddie says, and Richie’s grin slides off hisface for a moment before Eddie bumps against him. “I don’t want to hear anotherpun from you about arms for as long as I live.”
“Which will be a very long time.” Bill adds firmly, alreadystanding to meet Eddie. “You look wonderful.”
“Shush.” Eddie says, turning his face away, embarrassed, andBill smiles at him, squeezing his other arm.
“Alright, get a room you two.” Richie says, sulkingslightly, and Eddie turns to him.
“You big lump.” He says, and kisses Richie so hard on thecheek that Richie turns the same colour as his hair.