#we all float here

[aegir-ffxiv]

[tachibubu]

Imagine Bill Skarsgärd asking you if you are afraid of him being Pennywise.

- Imagine Bill Skarsgård asking you if you are afraid of him in a Pennywise makeup and suit.

"We all float down here." He smiled, looking directly. As if all the attention is on him and that he has the power to intimidate any creäture on Earth.

"Yes," he breathed heavily. His voice getting raspy, "We do."

"And cut!" You averted your eyes away from the screen and on to the amazing actor himself, Bill Skarsgärd. You beamed at him and then conversed at the man whom captured the voice recordings, "All good?" He wiped his sweat off and grinned, "Captured all well by this baby girl right here!" He patted his hovering mic and you just shook your head laughing. The sun was ready to set and you decided to end the day and continue tomorrow for another work at the set. You look at the actors, they were kids but damn they did good. "Great job guys, now go change and be ready for tomorrow." The kids just nodded and followed their managers towards the van to change.

You ordered the staffs to clean and checked once again the footage with Bill standing next to you, watching his performance as well. His facial expression made it much more amusing to watch and as the raw footage ended you all cheered as well as throwing few jokes on how Bill should be a clown instead of being an actor.

"Great job man!" You praised. "I got a feeling that this movie would be succesful and also, profitable."

You nudged playfully at Bill while he just rolled his eyes chuckling.

"Well madam, better raise my check up." You both started to laugh and continued to converse, nearing Bill's van at the same time. You both entered and the makeup artist was there to clean the makeup off. Bill sat while you stood next to him this time.

"Had a good time?" The woman asked Bill while getting some wipes.

"Yes, but I'm afraid that the kids was scared of my appearance." The woman chuckled and asked Bill to not blink so she can take the lenses off which he complied. "Dont worry dear, none of them are scared. And besides, being handsome without the makeup helps!" The artist complimented and Bill just laughed quietly to himself.

He stared at his reflection for a moment and averted his attention towards you who were focused at the pictures and references he added on the mirror for him to be able to act as Pennywise completely, "I'll believe that if (Y/N) agrees. I cant help but ponder if she's afraid of me with all this makeup on."

"Well are you, Ms. (L/N)?" The woman smiled reassuringly at you, who was taken by surprise at the sudden question since you were looking at the portraits. "Ah yes! He indeed is--- handsome?"

You mentally regretted what you stated as soon as the lady laughed loudly and Bill was awkwardly looking away, his cheeks were tinted red.

"Well! That's not the answer but girl, that is cute! Look at what you did at Billy boy!"

You were embarrassed to say at least and proceeded to apologize for not listening, "I have to go now, just checking on you. Also here is a copy of the script for tomorrow, I'm going to give the kids as well now so good luck!"

You proceeded to walk away and find the kids, which left the artist and Bill all alone.

"So when will you ask her out, marry and have kids?"

"Just continue the removal please." He replied politely while trying hard not to show any kinds of emotion even though he was mentally congratulating himself and as well unknowingly, smiled.

[moviepolaroids]

IT Welcome to Derry Painted Sticker Set / T Shirt

IT: Welcome to Derry reimagines the terrifying tale of Pennywise for a new generation — a modern horror film full of dread, fear, and nightmarish visuals, ideal for fans of spine-chilling cinema.

[holyfucker]

I saw this on a post about medieval philosophy but I’m stuck on the information in this image alone

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Larry has painted Travis without Travis knowing he was being painted he’s sleeping in Larry’s bed he’s being painted while he sleeping

You already know my little rat brain was barking and howling at this image!!!

It started with quick little sketches of Travis in school. Pre-Kenneth losing custody.

The rare times his face wasn’t scrunched up. Maybe when he was with Philip, whom Larry grumpily scratched out, or with a little bird friend and reading a book he smuggled into his bible cover.

When they finally made a breakthrough of a relationship, Travis was okay with Larry sketching him when requested. However he doesn’t realize the times Larry sketched him unknowingly.

Game nights, ghost hunts, sleep overs, movie theater trips. Even grocery shopping.

Only Sal noticed that Larry’s sketchbooks were filling out and filling up. Sal didn’t question, nor did he pry. Larry was happy and Sal was glad his brother could find something to enjoy,

Once they graduated and Larry made a name for himself as an artist, the world noted his fixation on this brown skinned, freckled beauty. Genderless but ever glowing on each canvas.

He has one of Travis laid out in a field of flowers in a black dress. Tranquil and peaceful. The striking black was a nice contrast to the brightness of the flowers and his fluffy white hair. That’s his personal favorite, he will never show the world that painting, it will be buried with him once he passes.

Larry’s only regret was never showing Travis the finished product of his very first painting.

[frcmashes]

🌕 for my muse to try to scare yours. / penelope ( as though she doesnt do this anyway )

                                                                                                         ft. @willdoitforher

  “  you’re  sure  i  don’t  look  --  ”    stupid  isn’t  the  right  word  because  he  knows  he  doesn’t  look  stupid.  he  looks  awesome,  but  he’s  worried  that  it’s  too  much.   he  puts  hours  of  work  into  his  costume  but  would  easily  strip  it  off  and  go  as  nothing  if  it  meant  he wouldn’t  look  stupid  at  whatever  party  they’re  going  to.

       “  like  i  told  you  the  first  three  times,  ”   penelope’s  eyes  narrow,  a  look  of  annoyance  cast  over  at  him.  “  you  look  fine.  your  girlfriend’s  going  to  think  you  look  fine,  and  it  doesn’t  matter  what  anyone  else  thinks.  fuck  ‘em.  ”    he  snorts.   it’s  easy  to  say  ‘  fuck  em  ’   when  you  have  the  confidence  level  of  a  recently  promoted  sim.   he’s  never  had  that,  not  even  on  his  best  of  days. 

     “  okay.  okay.  sorry.  this  is  just  so  heavy  and  --  ”     she  interrupts  before  he  can  finish  his  sentence.   “  you  have  mad  anxiety.  i  know.  that’s  why  i’m  telling  you  you’ll  be  fine  instead  of  complaining  about  how  annoying  you’re  being.  i’m  being  nice,  kirby.  don’t  ever  forget  that.  ”    he  smiles,  doesn’t  see  the  suspicious  glint  in  her  eyes  until  it’s  too  late.  they  walk  around  a  construction  site,  a  manhole  cover  loose  while  they’re  working.  he  barely  notices.   “  thanks.  ”    he  replies  evenly,  pulling  his  gaze  away  from  the  winter  soldier  arm  he’d  been  inspecting  to  see  ---    

           “  stop.  ”    he  grabs  her  by  the  arm.   tight,  but  not  enough  to  bruise  ...  just  to  keep  her  from  moving.   he  thinks  that  he  must  be  hallucinating  but  he’s  seen  enough  killer  clowns  lately  to  be  inherently  distrustful.   “  please  tell  me  you  see  that.  ”   he  points  with  his  eyes,  paralyzed  with  fear  as  he  sees  a  red  balloon  hovering  above  a  sewer  grate.   he’s  three  steps  away  from  hyperventilating,   a  full  on  panic  attack  threatening  to  take  its  hold,  when  penelope’s  snickering  rouses  him  from  his  descent  into  chaos.   “  my  god.  ”   she’s  cackling.   “  you  should  see  your  face.  ”

        if  she  thought  his  face  was  funny  before,  it’s  a  kaleidoscope  of  emotions  now.  he  cycles  through  panic,  anger,  confusion,  more  anger,  relief,  and  then  anger  again.   he’s  not  usually  an  angry  person,  prefers  sarcasm  and  avoidance  to  blowing  up,  but  he  thinks  witnessing  a  cannibal  clown  tearing  through  his  girlfriend  like  she’s  made  of  paper  has  built  up  an  (  understandable  )   trauma  trigger.   or  it  would,  if  he  didn’t  cling  to  the  anger  instead.   “  you’re  UNBELIEVABLE.  ”    he  shoulder  checks  her,  not  realizing  how  close  they  are  to  the  manhole.   not  until  her  laughter  dies  in  her  throat,  her  foot  hitting  the  edge  of  the  manhole  as  it  opens  up.   suddenly  she’s  gone,  out  of  sight,  and  his  eyes  widen  almost  comically.     “  oh  god.  ”    he’s  hit  with  the  remorse  almost  instantly,  though  it  fades  when  he  realizes  she’s  still  laughing.   “  you’re  the  WORST.    i’m  not  going  to  help  you.   use  your  magic  and  --  i  don’t  know,  figure  it  out  yourself.  ”   his  lips  twist,  almost  comical.    “  float,  i  guess.  ”

[catsbeaversandducks]

Dog Balloons

Via Sad And Useless

[midnightportals]

When you realize you’re going to be floating soon 🎈