Bro Whoever Decided On The Team Compilation Of Shubble, Smajor, Nihachu, And Jack Manifold Has My Heart

Bev: I put the hot en psychotic!

Bill: I-I put t-the ay i-in slay!

Stan: I put the laughter in slaughter!

Mike: I put the top in unstoppable!

Ben: I put the cute in persecuted!

Richie: I put the d in Eddie!

Losers: what

Pennywise: what

Sonia: whAT

Eddie:

Eddie: *uses his inhaler*

Henry: what the fuck

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’?

Rich people showers

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

If you’re blue and you dont know where to go to why dont you go to Wallmart (im an idiot)

Richie: say it

Eddie: no

Richie: say it please

Eddie: no

Richie: please, for me [makes puppy eyes]

Eddie: [takes a deep breathe]

Eddie: kwasant

Richie: YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE-

you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in the world.

@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*

Bill: How are you gonna come out, Eddie?

Eddie: I guess I could yell it from a passing car. That’s how people usually tell me I’m gay. I can flip the system.

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the arc of dream escaping from prison looks so cool