Ok So In Addition To Ballerina!eddie Please Consider Hiphopdancer!richie

a few days ago i woke up thinking: snails are cute, but what if they had legs?

so i made this, and i was like "aww yeahhh such a funny animal"

and then a second image popped up in my head

what if they acted like dogs?

YEAAAAHHHHH HAPPY PUPPY SNAIL

*in the sewers*

Eddie: If you don’t believe, then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right? You can be as big a prick as you want.

Richie: I guess you’re right.

Richie: CLOWN MAN, I’M DANCING IN YOUR SEWERS, THEY’RE MY SEWERS NOW, YOU HEAR THAT! IF YOU WANT ME OUT OF THESE SEWERS YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ME YOURSELF!

Eddie: Holy shit

Richie: YOURE GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME IN THESE SEWERS YOURSELF

Eddie: It did kill someone in the sewers once

Richie: THESE SEWERS NOW BELONG TO ME AND EDDIE

Eddie: please stop including me

Richie: THEY’RE GONNA PUT MY NAME IN GRAFITI! CHILDREN WILL COME AND TELL TALE OF ME!

Eddie: Oh my god

Reddie headcannons: Another one

Richie:what’s the word for horny but in a non-sexual way like I’m horny for Halloween but I don’t want to fuck a pumpkin. You feel?

Eddie(very disappointed):do you mean ‘excited’?

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Reminder that Richie and Eddie are fucking lame dorks in love

@eddiespaghetti0 :))

Eddie: Ugh, I’m so tired. I couldn’t sleep last night.

Ben: You know they say if you can’t sleep it’s because someone is thinking about you.

Eddie: Who in the hell is thinking about me at 3 am?

Richie: *gay panic*

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And then Sonia had a stroke.

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Has this being done yet? Yes? No? Whatever. I am, once again, very proud of my stupidity.