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Bill Denbrough is red. He is scuffed sneakers treading over newly fallen leaves. He is the first bite of an apple. He is a deep, warm flush that leaves you crimson from ears to chest.
Richie Tozier is orange. He is lava lamps and flashing arcade games. He is halloween pumpkins and sparklers on the fourth of July. He is a slowly melting popsicle, dripping down sticky fingers.
Mike Hanlon is yellow. He is tall sunflowers and freshly squeezed lemonade. He is the sun beating down on your back, and the distant buzzing of bees. He is the yellowed pages of an old book, comforting and familiar in your hands.
Beverly Marsh is green. She is a neon sign blinking in the dead of night. She is emerald eyes that twinkle with laughter. She is sitting cross-legged in a field, with the grass tickling your bare knees.
Stanley Uris is blue. He is clear summer skies and the song of a bluebird. He is new denim, crisp beneath your fingertips. He is the crystalline surface of a lake.
Ben Hanscom is purple. He is the crack and fizz of a grape soda. He is the steady flow of ink from a pen, and deep violet thunderclouds. He is a bouquet of lavender, picked carefully for someone you love.
Eddie Kaspbrak is pink. He is freshly scrubbed skin right after a shower. He is a determined tongue poking out in concentration. He is cherry chapstick, and baseball card bubblegum that leaves your lips and fingers shiny.
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why do i have to be human? why couldn’t i be an archaic immortal, forever wandering the forests, countrysides, and ruins of rural ireland?
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you know how in the novel The Other tends to guide The Losers a lot? they feel certain things - they know that mike is part of the group, they tend to recognize when something is about to happen. before the apocalyptic rock fight, the six of them Feel like something is about to happen and it leads them in a certain direction. that feeling leads ben and richie to start gathering rocks. richie takes his glasses off.
interesting wording, yeah? beverly asking the same question, richie saying he doesn’t know. the major difference between that and “he knew well enough” is that picking up rocks and knowing not to wear his glasses wasn’t really richie - it was The Other guiding him. he genuinely doesn’t know why he’s doing it.
which means not only does he know exactly why he kicks the door and yells “fuck you, bitch,” but it’s entirely him. no guide, no intuitive feeling. just richie, reacting genuinely to losing the love of his life.
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everything’s all fun and games until i get sad about the clown movie again
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and what if i had? what if i remembered you, somewhere between then and now? say i was twenty five and one morning in chicago, there you were again, as if you’d never left. i think about it all the time. i would have stopped what i was doing, on this made up wednesday before work, and gone to the airport. nothing would stop me. i would buy a ticket to new york (i would have gone anywhere for you) and walk until i came upon your door. i would tell you i loved you, first, and then i’d tell you my name. if you didn’t remember me, i’d ask to stay until you did. when i think of this, you leave your wife. you come with me, back to chicago, and the next fifteen years of my life are yours. we do so many things in this made up history of ours. we even get married. we smile all the time. and i know the outcome. i know you will die, not in my arms but almost. i know you will die in the dark and they make me leave you. but if i had remembered, if i had found you in new york, there would have always been a me that was yours. a me who, if not now but then, was holding your hand and kissing your neck while you laughed. someone wrote a poem where they fall in love with someone on another planet. their lover is long dead on the far away planet, but because of space and time and love, their lover’s death has not yet happened, and when they look through the telescope they can still see them smiling. if i had remembered you, there would always be our echo, even though you are dead and will always die. there would still be a you, somewhere, maybe. i could look back through the telescope of our fifteen years and there we would be. even though i would lose you, i would give anything to have had that time. i cannot hear the echo. it is not there. but if i close my eyes, listen closely, i can still hear you say my name.
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okay but how the fuck am i supposed to last my/an entire lifetime??
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yo not to be a complete slut or anything but richie’s happy lil “hi!” when he first hugs beverly outside the chinese restaurant and then how they pretend to kiss before bev shoves food in his face and then every single time richie makes sure that bev is okay by helping her across the rocks and holding her hand as she jumps into the water from the sewer pipe and bev’s lil “beep beep richie” and then her heartbroken “honey” during **that scene** and the way richie doesn’t believe it until he hears her voice and it just wrecks him and the way she clings to him in the lake as he sobs bc she and stan were probably the only ones who knew and now she’s the only member of the losers club who truly understands why richie is inconsolable rn like oh my god it all makes me so! fucking! soft!,,, richie and bev have the most underrated friendship and if yall don’t stan them you’re a coward and so is your mom
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pre serum Steve: [getting into a fight for the 160th time]
Bucky, waking up in cold sweat from his nap: I SENSE TROUBLE
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“I love people who make me forget that I’m shy.”
— Anonymous (via syntacked)
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crying in the club? haha more like crying in the tub!! whilst holding a razor blade!!
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find u someone that looks at u the way i look at sebastian stan. now that's what you call lov, babey
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