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[richiebeepbeeptozier]

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[kaspbraakspeaking]

@pcrturbed​ /  he said it’s close to a miracle you survived with all the drugs in your body.

Eddie didn’t know why or how it happened. It seemed like a stupid thing to say since he had been the one that had all the drugs in him, but he must have just lost it. He must have panicked. There had to have been something that really set Eddie off, and what did he do when he was in those situations? He knocked back the prescriptions. This time he had dropped, and now he was awake in the hospital.

There was something about having himself speaking out loud about the prescription use that really made Eddie feel even worse than he did.

“I didn’t mean to,” he answered softly, but couldn’t make eye contact. He felt uneasy right now, and that was usually when he took some of the pills, but obviously they would be nowhere within his reach right now.

[shepanics]

@pcrturbed​  whispered: ♪ overwhelmed - royal & the serpent

▌█ ∵   🛁   ∵ █ ▌   ❝ I get overwhelmed so easily. ❞ It’s almost like the words are an apology. It was the first time she was meeting any of Stan’s childhood friends, and frankly it was one of the most terrifying things she had ever done in her life. Everyone seemed so happy at the moment and connected so when they had all slow disbursed to either clean or do something else. But for some reason she felt a mutual understanding with Eddie, that was his name. At least she thought so, sometimes it was hard to keep track and her record with mixing words, names and people up was already awful. A simple smile before standing as she offered the easiest explanation to her silence thus far.  ❝ My anxiety keeps me silent when I try to speak.  ❞

[trashmouthrecords]

Shadow | Eddie & Richie

@pcrturbed​

Richie lunged forward, finally freeing himself from Bill and Ben as they tried to force him up the tunnel. He ignored their cried for him to come back. Eddie was still down there. He couldn’t leave him. Not after everything they did. And if they could heckle a clown to death, why couldn’t he wish Eddie back to life? Why couldn’t he love Eddie back to life?

He had to try. He had wasted so long being afraid to try, and for what? They had won. Stan was dead, Richie wasn’t let the fucking monster keep Eddie, too. 

The rock formations had crumbled, rising into the air and crashing down, loud enough to deafen him, loud enough to drown out the other Loser’s voices anyway, the way back completely blocked off. Whatever was causing the pieces of rock to rise-- to float --wasn’t touching Eddie and that seemed like a good thing. Richie stumbled forward, half blind from blood and dirt caking his glasses, not to mention the crack he’d gotten from the fucking Stan-Spider. He could see Eddie a few yards away. He could swear he could see him move, but the ground was starting to shake, knocking him off balance, causing him to fall to his knees, but he was up in his next steps.

“Eddie! I’m coming! Eddie, don’t worry!” 

Richie shouted over the noise, the rocks, the inability to hear himself. He shouted and stumbled and got back up over and over again and why did it seem to be so fucking far? 

“Eds! I’m not leaving you! Eddie, hang on! Please!”

Denial swarmed his thoughts again. He had snapped at Bev, however passive aggressively, he had touched Eddie’s face and believed he was dead for a few brief moments before deeming the thought unbearable and unforgivable. If he could get back to Eddie, he could save him, said denial. If he died down here, too, that was fine, said acceptance.

Richie didn’t reach Eddie’s body, the ground quaking hard enough to throw him so off balance he didn’t just stumble but fell and fell backwards, his head hitting a rock, glasses flying off his face several feet. Somewhere above them an even more eventful collapse, but in the beam of light that cast a green glow Richie saw movement just before blacking out.

In the beam there was a shadow.

“Eddie...”

Richie dreamed of cosmic turtles.

[ancientdeadlight]

Welcome

welcome @pcrturbed​ and @laughter-in-white​ in the madhouse of a blog that is occupied by Papa. Hope you enjoy your stay ~

[denbroughsguilt-a]

@pcrturbed​​  said :  ‘ you got enough material for your sequel yet ? ’  ( TUA starter sentences )  || accepting

A  self  satisfied  grin  appeared  on  the  author’s  lips  as  he  looked  over  his  oldest  friend.  “ I do.  And I think, for the first time, p-people may like the ending ”

[trashmcuths-a]

[ to : eds ] : hey how do you feel about ellen degeneres

💫 a late night text for @pcrturbed

[deliciousfear]

               "Oh, Eds, if you wanted to meet them again... well,                             I could have sent right to them, no problem!”

@pcrturbed​ // closed.