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up-side-in-side-out · 7 months

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SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH 😢😭😿😿😭😭😭hrgjwgwnmn

#Sharon marsh is literally best parent ever #just mother and daughter things #she loves stan so much. my heart #the bond between a mother and her son #south park #stan marsh #sharon marsh #stan the man #south park clips

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kalsiferdraws · 2 months

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I will never forgive the movies for hiding just how close these two are

Stan was richies shoulder to cry on. He knew before anyone else.

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #my doodles #illustration #it #richie tozier #stanley uris #platonic soulmates #best friends #stan the man #richie trashmouth #fanart #it fanart #it fandom

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byler-is-endgame7 · 2 years

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stan DEFINITELY corrects everyone with “actually,” whenever they say something wrong

and richie DEFINITELY mocks him all the time for it

“this is gonna cost us $3.00 we won’t have enough guys”

“actually, stan,” *pushing up glasses* “it’s $2.99 so-”

“richie sHUT UP”

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seelestah · 1 year

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some small doodles hehe

#The Stanely Parable #the stanley parable deluxe #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #The Narrator #the curator #stanely #tsp fanart #tsp #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tsp curator #tspud #tspud fanart #small #doodles #lil #what is going on #what a man #stan the man

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clintbartonslover · 5 months

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#jeremy renner #jeremy lee renner #clint barton #hawkeye #sebastian stan #stan the man #winter soldier #bucky barnes

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marcomilkie · 8 months

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Richie: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Stan, not looking up from his book: Spear.

Richie: BLOCKED.

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procrastiel · 2 months

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Oh god, everybody go watch Georgia’s insta right this minute if you want to see David doing an insane Stanley Tucci impression

#lord help me #david tennant #georgia tennant #I wish insta had a reblog feature I want to gush about this for the next hour but messaging Georgia directly seems inappropriate #and I can’t do a public comment because it’s only on the insta story timeline thingamajig #ahdjajakdhjajswj #dt with sauce #stanley tucci #impression #he does it so well #THEY GOT GIFTED A STAN PAN #STAN THE PAN MAN #stan the man #double speak #lol #i have things to say

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lauriemarch · 1 year

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love isn’t real except for whatever that bird obsessed boy scout and stuttering kid had going on

#this is a play on that one reddie post from years ago yes #i am back in my stenbrough era #stanley uris #bill denbrough #stan the man #stenbrough #it 2019 #it 2017 #it #it by stephen king

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byler-twitter-escapee · 10 months

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Stanley Uris was the strongest loser here’s my argument (I will immediately disagree if you say otherwise) (yes I like brackets they look fancy)

-Stanley moved away from everything (like the rest of the losers) yet still seemed to remember more than the others. Why? Because he is a bad ass bitch

-even though he was scared, the hoe went down that brick pipe thing and searched for Beverly on his own because he heard a noise (I know he nearly got eaten but I definitely would have just waited for the rest of them before leaving)

- He had the audacity to write ‘be who you want to be’ in his letter but if u zoom in on bills letter that shit is no where to be found. I know for sure the boy wrote that as his final sarcastic/supportive comment to Richie from beyond the grave

- He stood up infront of everyone and slayed the house down at his bar mitzvah and gave daddy dearest a run for his money

- Cared about getting spiders in his hair after being repeatedly spooked and attacked by pennywhore on multiple occasions and he bought shower caps for all of his friends because he loved them that much

- Wrote a ‘for use of losers only’ message on the shower cap can and singed it with his name. I mean, the guy wasn’t afraid to call himself a loser and make sure everyone knew who got these caps man. (A bit unrelated but I don’t care)

- And obviously, to get serious for a moment here. The guy sacrificed himself because he knew he was scared. He lived every day of his life afraid of what would happen if he went back but didn’t hesitate to take his own life in order to save his friends lives. He was sacred every single time but wasn’t afraid to admit it. He didn’t die because of some dumb ass clown, he stood there, knowing full well he wasn’t gonna let that clown do a number on him and let everyone think that penny won, No, Stanley Uris got there before Pennywise did. Stanley is the strongest because he put his life on the line before even thinking about risking everyone else’s.

If you couldn’t tell Stanley is my favourite and I would defend him to the end of the world 😌

#stanley uris #80s #it 2017 #stenbrough #stan the man #the losers club

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belovedbellflower · 1 year

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Stanley Uris had a hobby in birdwatching, which is so fitting for his character because he "took flight" and ran away from the danger the moment he felt he needed to. Birds have a tendency to keep clean and will get stressed if it's not and, even though this fits Eddie, with many of Stan's tendencies I think it also fits him. He also follows the group very often, just as birds do. Although at the end of his story he didn't, the reason he even agreed to the oath was because the others did and he found safety in those numbers. Birds tend to be flock animals. This comparison isn't perfect, of course, but I think Stanley Uris acts like a bird and it's interesting to think about.

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telekinesis-mind-control-comics · 3 months

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#stan lee #incredible hulk #bruce banner #the avengers #hulk #stan the man #marvel #marvel comics

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up-side-in-side-out · 2 months

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My origin for South Park snowday. More below the cut

Heard that Stan was the villain and I was sooooo happy. Love to see my boy in the spotlight.

Anyways so excited for the new game. I’m watching a story mode play through as soon as it comes out.

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kalsiferdraws · 5 months

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Hes trying his best

Losers on social media is gonna take over my life honestly.

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #my doodles #illustration #it #stanley uris #stan the man #losers on social media #hes fine #it fanart #it fandom #clown movie

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the-imaginative-hobbyist · 4 months

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Happy Birthday Stan Lee.

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seelestah · 11 months

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a short lil smtg smtg!

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lilhoeforevanpeters · 5 months

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Haunted

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around"

Stanley Uris x GN!reader angst

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You put your car in park once you reached your destination. Your tragic destination. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat beside you. Sitting in your car for a few minutes, you eventually get out, the cool Autumn air hitting you. You shrugged his jacket on you further, stuffing your hands in the pockets. It doesn't smell like him anymore.

There were many other grieving families there, grieving husbands and wives like you, however, it was eerily quiet, no one dared to even mutter a word. You locked the car, walking through the main gates of the dreaded place.

You stared at the gravel path as you walked mindlessly, not needing to look up for directions as you've been to the location so many times. Clutching the fresh flower bouquet in your hands as your heeled boots make a click-clack sound against the pavement.

You took a right, then a left, until you were finally in the shaded area where he was. Your heart felt heavy, as it had for weeks. You took a shaky breath before looking up.

You sat down on the slightly damp grass, not caring if you got your clothing wet. You looked at the headstone in front of you. The headstone of your husband. Your now dead husband.

You set the flowers in your hand down next to the gravestone. "Stanley Uris, July 13 1976- September 5 2016". You looked at it briefly before looking down at the grass you were sitting on. The cold air blew through your hair that was up in a low ponytail, and you tugged on the jacket that was one your husband's further onto your body.

Pressing your lips together in a tight line, eyes watering as you looked up for a split second before letting out a breath, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the ground in front of you. Your gaze falls back down to the headstone. "Loving son and husband".

"Asshole."

One simple word. A word that held a lot of anger and was typically for people who you hate- but you didn't hate Stanley. You couldn't. He is was your husband. But despite still feeling the love you had for him, you couldn't help but feel angry. Not angry- livid. Livid at the world, at the entire town of Derry, at that fucking clown that terrorized him, at yourself for not going up to check on him sooner, at your husband for killing himself.

It wasn't fair. The entire situation wasn't- it wasn't fair that you were angry at him, or that you were now alone, desperately holding onto the small pieces of him that you had left. It wasn't fair how your home that once brought joy and comfort brings nothing but despair and pain. It wasn't fair that the stupid clown scared him so much and he felt like he had no other choice.

You felt empty, like everything had been stripped from you. It had been. You lost the one person you thought you'd never lose. Your best friend. Your husband. Your Stan.

"You left me. And I hate you for it. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me alone, I hate you for not thinking there was a better option. I hate that I still love you. I hate that I expect you to be there at the table every night after I come home from work, doing your stupid puzzles."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke bitterly to the tomb. Using the sleeve of his jacket, you wiped away the tears, but they were only replaced with new ones. You hated it all. How your bed felt cold and empty. Or how you still expected him to be there. Memories of what once was haunted your house. They haunted your mind.

You glared at the headstone, as if expecting Stan to respond, to tell he was sorry, and he'd be coming home soon. But you knew that wouldn't happen. It was impossible. His body was in the ground, he'd been gone for three months. You couldn't bring him back; no one could.

You wanted your husband back. Your best friend. He was your everything, and now he was gone. You looked away from the dumb piece of stone that really didn't mean anything, yet meant so much to you.

If Stan had died in a car accident, or something else, maybe you'd be able to cope better. It would be hard- maybe as hard as it was now for you, but you couldn't help but feel that this storyline hurt more. It hurt so much, and the impact it left on you was huge.

That night would stick forever in your mind. How could it not? He was so obviously upset over the phone call- but you brushed it off. And you would blame yourself for that for eternity. You didn't think anything of him taking the bath until he wasn't answering and he'd been in there for half an hour. You felt sick when thinking of it. You had knocked on the door, asking if he was okay, but when there was no answer you went in.

Your husband laid dead in the bathtub, his wrists slit, the word "It" written in his own blood. You let out a scream and rushed over to him, pulling him out of the water and holding him in your arms as you cried and called 911. He was declared dead on the scene.

His lifeless face was burned into your mind. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. Everywhere you look- his lifeless face is there. That scene is there. His bloody wrists. How you tried to save him, knowing it was hopeless. The door to the now clean bathroom has been closed from the moment he was declared dead. You couldn't go in there. Hell, you could barely go in your bedroom where you two slept every night.

With tears rolling down your cheeks, you close your eyes and pressed a hand to the ground, grasping at the grass lightly where you knew his body was- six feet under, in a casket. You felt pathetic and broken, but you couldn't help it, you had lost your everything. You just wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay like he normally would've. However, the only thing you got was the cold wind hitting your back, no warm embrace from your now dead husband.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry. I should've gone up sooner. I should've pressed you harder to talk about it. I shouldn't have let you go upstairs."

You blamed the world and that fucking clown, but mostly, you blamed yourself. Deep down you knew you shouldn't. Deep down you knew he wouldn't want you that.

"I love you. And I always will."

You whispered the words to the tombstone, knowing it was foolish to believe he could hear you, but if he did, if there was a chance he could hear what you were saying, then you wanted him to know that you loved him.

So you sat at the grave for three hours, as you did every weekend since the day he was buried. You didn't speak anymore, instead pressing your forehead against the headstone and closing your eyes, his jacket wrapped around your body. This was the closest you had to him now. And you would take whatever you could.

When the air grew colder and crisper, hours later, you got back into the car, sighing lightly and drove home in silence. Driving up to your house, you parked in the driveway as the feeling of heartache crept over you once more.

You walked into the house you once lived in with your beloved husband, memories of all the times you spent with him there still living rent-free in your mind. Sliding your shoes off, you crept up the stairs, avoiding the pictures on the wall on the way up of him smiling at the camera while holding you, or him as a kid. The bathroom door was still closed, and it would remain that way for possibly many more months, and you averted your eyes- even looking at the door made you sick to your stomach. You walked into the bedroom you once slept in peacefully with Stan, not bothering to take your jeans or his jacket off as you crawled into the bed and laid there underneath the comforter, closing your eyes, but not sleeping, as you did every weekend since he died.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't help the hot tears that trail down your face as the feeling of hopelessness crept up on you, swallowing you whole like a black hole.

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