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[guppyscolita]

I don't think yall are ready for what I'm doing with Zman rn

[0pharaoh]

beep beep!!!

[folkloreaquarium]

[beepbeeprichiellc]

wooooo an idea just popped into my head and i think it’d be a great moodboard!!! what about reddie meeting in a pride parade and eddie is all like short shorts and makeup and richie just completely drowns over him please do it i beg of you

The place was packed. Everyone was pushed together uncomfortably, shoving and grumbling as they tried to get a good look at the parade. Richie was no exception, his hand gripping on to Beverly who gripped on to Stan who gripped onto Ben. They slithered and weaved through the crowd together, shouting to one another about placement. It was hard to keep track, the people shifting with one another in order to keep Richie out. It was like they were all against them. 

“I think we should just head back to where we were!” Beverly yelled into Richie’s ear, “Any more of this and Stan is going to start fighting with some of these people.”

“But we can’t see from all the way back there!” He complained, “I wanna see! 

“Richie!” Stan’s voice came loudly, “God damn it, lets go back!” 

There was a whine that came from his chest, his eyes scanning for anything to help their situation. The universe responded, an opening coming just a few feet away and without thinking Richie went for it. Beverly was pulled violently forward, catching the trashmouth off guard and sending him into the body who was just left of the unoccupied spot. They hit hard, and Richie watched the small body tumble forward past the cation tape and into the street. Someone shouted a vulgar reaction but all Richie could focus on was the accidental havoc he had caused. 

“Oh my god!” Richie sputtered, immediately letting go of his friends hand and kneeling onto the curb. “Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to! It was an accident and I just-” The words stopped abruptly the moment the boy turned towards him, his brilliant doe like eyes staring up to him. He had feather like hair that hung just past his ear, curling at the tips. His unashamed attire being only boots, a rainbow shirt and a pair of shorts that rode up his thigh dangerously high. The face, that was what hit Richie hard. He was absolutely adorable, wearing a various of colors on his lids and glitter dusted on his already speckled cheeks. It was like time had slowed, the parade stopping just to watch the moment that everything fell into place. 

Finally someone cut through the veil, “Fuck Eddie! Are you okay?” A dark haired boy leaned forward, pulling the short boy up by his elbow. “You tumbled pretty hard!” 

“I’m okay.” He replied, nodding and breaking his contact with Richie leaving the trashmouth bare. “It was just an accident.” 

“Mike?” Stan asked, pushing though to where they were. “Is that you?” 

“Stan?” The darker boy replied, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. “God damn, I can’t believe you of all people are here!” 

Stan was blushing, Richie didn’t know Stan could blush. “Yeah, well my friends dragged me.” 

“Mike? As in extremely hot, never shut up about Mike? Oh god I’ve heard so much about you!” Richie exclaimed too bluntly. “Stan won’t shut up about how-”

He was silenced by a and that covered his lips, smelling like oatmeal lotion and parchment. Stan shot him a dirty look, leaning into his space. “Shut. Up.” He warned, his eyes pleading while his snarl demanded. Stan looked back to The two boys and laughed. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he just rambles on sometimes.” 

Mike chuckled. “Okay, hey do you guys want to stand by us? Bill, Eddie and I got here super early for these spots but it looks like you guys just kinda pushed your way though.” The joke made everyone laugh but Richie, who apologetically frowned at the boy who they called Eddie. 

“Sure! If you guys don’t mind.” Stan replied, moving to let Beverly and Ben though who voiced their appreciation. Introductions were made and after a few moments of lingering awkwardness the group fell into a sense of comfot, standing shoulder to shoulder as they shouted with pride and voiced their love. 

Richie stood beside Eddie the entire day, not willing to give up his pristine spot. Every now and then he would glance down and bath in the light that came from the small boys smile, happiness radiating off of him like a sunrise. His heart fluttered when Eddie’s hand grazed his, a spark shooting up his arm and he had to keep himself form intertwining their fingers. 

He had it bad. 

And he couldn’t care less. 

[uozlulu]

JJBA has taught me two things about travel:

1. Never travel across water with Stand users after you 2. Never let Joseph Joestar pilot your plane

Someone cue that Lonely Island song about boats~

[nbmudkip]

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let's make

"You’re going down punk, just you FUCKNG WAIT!! You will learn that this fandom is far worse than you will ever want to know. We may seem soft and shy, but we’re just being NICE! We can be cold, cruel, mean, and make you suffer and wish you had never said what you said. We can send you into the farthest most empty reaches of the galaxy, summon demons to our disposal to make you suffer, and make you feel the feelings that we experience, and don’t fucking think for a single goddamn second that’s easy! The amount of emotions that would boil inside of you would literally kill you. So keep your motherfucking distance and we won’t hurt you, so stay the hell back, asshole. If you so much as insult us one more time, we will bring firey hell upon you and bitch slap you into oblivion. Your move, dildo."

from that huge supernatural post The New Copypasta™

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[coulsart]

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