i think it’s obvious, but i don’t wanna be accuse of anything, so i tell it anyway: i find ideas for my “daily stenbrough” on internet. the most of them aren’t mine, i just change names and things for making them match with the characters. dont be mad please, almsot everyone does that actually :(
thank you so much, im glad you love them! and ur welcome it’s normal!! 💛
hey! horrible sad IT au here! (inspired by kill all your friends by my chemical romance)
what if the losers all re-met at a funeral. a funeral FOR one of them.
what if in between 89 and 16 one of the losers died a non-clown-related death, and while none of them remembered each other, their parents weren’t affected by the clown magic in the same way and never forgot. this means that when the family of the deceased loser sends out funeral invitations to the rest, their parents all remember and bring them to the funeral.
this also means that they don’t know who’s funeral they’re all going to until they get there. they see each other and all at once get hit with the memories like a train, and then like another fucking train, the realization that the funeral is for one of the people they loved most in the world.
obviously this is fucking heartbreaking and traumatic on its own but at the very least, now they’ve remembered each other and they’re (kinda) all gathered in one place with no imminent danger.
but then what if once they left the funeral they all forgot again, up until the next funeral, and then the next, and they never get a happy ending.
or maybe they all stay in touch afterwards and maybe even get together with each other 👀
all i’m saying is i’d love to read this fic if anyone wants to write it (because i’m an artist not a writer)
This feels right
Rule: you have to love Bill and I equally.
eddie kaspbrak really got me out here wondering how to amputate a waist
UHHH wyatt and stan have the same birthday…..
and none of you were going to TELL ME?????
Don’t die over it chickadee.
I stopped fearing God when I was 13.
I take pride in that.
You’re already talking to him, baby-love.
I’ve been in bed a lot. I still have two more weeks to go until I can go back to daily activity. Bill has been the most doting husband and fetching everything I need. Even while writing his next book.
He works too hard sometimes.
It makes me melt
Oh thank you baby-love.
Stephen King’s It (1990)
why there’s so much reddie and almost no stenbrough and no benverly and no mike hanlon? im mad and depressed now.