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VANISH colors of sharp objects, episode 1

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August
looking at 50s horror posters is a worse experience when reading all the “It rises! It came from the lagoon!” type slogans
.* ♡ / “ he’s a real asshole, ain’t he ? ” / re : @borispavsky
her high cheek bears the ripe, wilted bloom of a bruise, hidden partially by the blood rush tingeing freckled face, all the way to the tips of her ears, an ashamed pink. beverly hooks her thumbs on belt loops, averting heavy eyes to the slick rainbows curling on alley cement. all she can think to say are half sentences. dumb & dim. his words hang heavy, an accusation too sure to be combatted ( like he’d been there before, the bare clarity of his understanding ). ❛❛ no. he’s not. ❜❜ DUMB. struck dumb. tears prick, yet another uncomfortable display. if only it weren’t so hot out. if only she’d brought a pack of cigarettes --- hell, she’d settle for her yo - yo. something else, anything else, to do besides blubber in the company of boris’ cool delegations. ❛❛ you don’t even know him. he’s not an asshole. ❜❜
the body sentence starters ↪ all taken from stephen king’s 1983 novella. alter as you see fit
“the most important things are the hardest things to say.”
“it happened a long time ago… although sometimes it doesn’t seem that long to me.”
“you four-eyed pile of shit!”
“drop dead in a shed, fred.”
“you guys want to go see a dead body?”
“my balls crawled up so high i thought they was trying to get back home.”
“there used to be a bridge, but there was a flood. a long time ago. now there’s just the train-tracks.”
“did you ever hear of such a fucked-up family?”
“he’s a real asshole, ain’t he?”
“man, you shoulda seen your face. oh man, that was priceless. that was really fine. my fucking-a.“
“you know that she thinks wearing glasses would spoil her pretty face.”
“besides, it’s spooky sleeping out at night in the woods.”
“a train-dodge, dig it? what’s trucks after a fuckin’ train-dodge?”
“'i’m gonna kill him. at least give him a fat lip.”
“go anywhere you want, but don’t go here.”
“he won’t live to be twice the age he is now.”
“i dream about that every now and then.”
“don’t call me any of your mother’s pet names.”
“i don’t shut up, i grow up. and when i look at you i throw up.”
“are you some kinda smartass?”
“okay, that’s it. that’s it, that’s the end, i’m gonna kill you.”
“let’s get away from this asshole before i puke.”
“talk is cheap.”
“hey, if i spoiled your good time, i’m sorry.”
“jesus christ. what a fuckin’ bedtime story.”
“most town names are stupid. you just don’t think so because you’re used to ‘em.“
“when you don’t know what happens next, that’s the end.”
“no, man. don’t say that. don’t even think that.“
“what’s asshole about wanting to be with your friends?”
“i know about you and your folks. they don’t give a shit about you.“
“but kids lose everything unless somebody looks out for them.”
“if your folks are too fucked up to do it then maybe i ought to.”
“but kids lose everything unless somebody looks out for them and if your folks are too fucked up to do it then maybe i ought to.”
“'cause you’ll just be another wise-guy with shit for brains.”
“i know what people think of my family in this town. i know what they think of me and what they expect.”
“all they give a fuck about is whether you behaved yourself in grammar school and what the town thinks of your family.“
“but maybe I’ll try to work myself up. i don’t know if i could do it, but i might try.“
“i want to go someplace where nobody knows me and i don’t have any black marks against me before i start.“
“people drag you down.”
“i say i wanna go look for it, then i’m gonna go look for it! i wanna see it! i wanna see the ghost! i wanna see it.”
“it’s hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.“
“i was thinking of something else, that’s all.”
“what am i doin’ here, anyway?”
“well what the fuck do you know about this?”
“i’ll give you one chance to just blow away. i don’t give a fuck where. Just make like a tree and leave.”
“kid, whatever your name is, get ready to reach down your fuckin’ throat the next time you need to pick your nose.”
“suck my fat one, you cheap dime-store hood.”
“i’m gonna break both his fuckin’ arms.”
“you’ll go to jayyy-ail.”
“where do you want it, [name]? arm or leg? i can’t pick. you pick for me.”
“but i know how you’re going to come out of this, motherfuck.”
“you dig me?”
“oh, why don’t you go home and fuck your mother some more?”
“stick with me, man.”
“i’m not going to forget it, if that’s what you’re thinking. this is big time, baby.”
“be seeing you.”
“maybe he knew this was gonna happen. what a fuckin’ creepshow, i’m sincere.”
“you lousy rubber chicken.”
“if people ask where we were, we’ll say we went campin’ up on [place name] and got lost.”
“well, seeya in school on wednesday. i think i’m gonna sleep until then.”
“i’m gonna toot home and see if mom’s got me on the ten most wanted list.”
“you bet they’ll tell. but not today or tomorrow, if that’s what you’re worried about. it’ll be a long time before they tell, i think. years, maybe.”
“i didn’t think of it just like that. you see through people, [name].”
“i’m never gonna get out of this town.”
“don’t let me see you around, dipshit.”
“do you think they will respect you? they will laugh and call you stupid-fool.”
“i didn’t know them. really.”
“i’m sorry i couldn’t stay with you, [name], but i had pies in the oven.”
“friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that?”
“if you go out alone you’re a hero. take somebody else with you and you’re dogpiss.”
“fuck gerunds.”
“if he had drowned, that part of me would have drowned with him, i think.”
“i drove out of town, parked, and cried for him. cried for damn near half an hour, i guess.”
“a lot of the critics think what i write is shit.”
“my story sounds so much like a fairytale that it’s fucking absurd.”
“i wonder if there is really any point in what i’m doing.”

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.* ♡ / yes, they promise… but they lie. / re : @prierdieu
she thinks the stone in her hand must weigh a trillion pounds by now, how heavy the smooth, round little thing feels after considering it ( the world it belonged to ) for so long. adults did lie. maybe more than kids, maybe even more than beverly herself with her barrage of white talk - arounds. where are you headed, bevvie ? will any of your girlfriends be there ? you know i worry, bevvie. i worry a lot. with a flick of freckled wrist, she sends stone skidding across mercurial river. it’s a few skips short of what she’d like --- chagrin dripping countenance into a plump frown. ❛❛ if i promise something, i mean it. ❜❜ she declares, turning attention from sunken skipping - stone to the dreamy moonscape of acacia’s company. ❛❛ grown ups shouldn’t get to break promises just because they’re old. it’s not fair. ❜❜
it’s unbearably hot, she realizes. the nerves & discomfort pressing stiffly down on the girl now examining the palms of her hands with abrupt fervor. sage eyes risk not one glance abra’s way --- the divine fear of confirmation & miserable knowledge hanging over bowed head. somewhere, mingling in the underbelly of her love - lorn grief was a righteous bolt of anger. beverly swallows it thickly, the unhappy scratching tempestuously at tightened throat. ❛❛ i’m bev. beverly. beverly marsh. ❜❜ her voice comes out as small as she feels, her name tripping over itself. ❛❛ i, um. i didn’t know you were visiting, i wouldn’t have stopped by. ❜❜ .* ♡ / @clearvoir
.* ♡ / re: ( kasprzaks )
‘ no, bev. come on … focus! ’ it’s all made up of misinformed movements mish-mashed from the depths of eddie’s brain from the category of questionable existence: cheerleading (subsection: cheers and cheer moves). it went something like stomp, stomp, clap, stomp, stomp, jump, but who could be sure. eddie is doing as poor a job of committing the routine to memory as his feeble play of a category existing in his head called cheerleading even existing in to begin with. ‘ look, okay, ’ he starts up again and winds back to his starting position except he’s forgotten what that was. he’s existing playfully. he lost any seriousness for planning this cheer when he tripped over his laces a minutes prior. ‘ what- what was the last move i did again? ’
* @januaryfires···
❛❛ SORRY, EDDIE. ❜❜ winter’s last remnants clung desperately to maine scenery : beverly had cleared the snow to grant them a large enough patch that they could accomplish whatever today’s clumsy, puerile ambitions demanded. she stands nearby, eyeing the frantic gestures & half heartedly keeping track ( NONE OF THE CHEERLEADERS SHE’D EVER SEEN were quite so bulky in movement, but she kept that consideration to herself ). they were no dallas start ups, but his gleeful efforts improved her mood, & redhead grinned broadly as she stood & took a matching position beside him. ❛❛ i think it was … clap, clap. stomp --- a right stomp, then another clap … ❜❜ moves are made in sync with speech ❛❛ maybe we should add a cartwheel or something ? ❜❜
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Sophia Lillis as Beverly Marsh – It (2017) dir. Andy Muschietti
@wouldntwish dared me
❛❛ i’ve got enough for a double scoop, if you wanna share a cone. ❜❜
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alright, clowns, circus up
Every Beverly Marsh Scene ⇉ 21/?

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.* ♡ / re:onlyvirgins· .
“ here’s lookin’ at you kid! ” voice lowered, filtering its way into a slow drawl. your voices weren’t perfect ; most sounding like a variation of your own with some type of boost. this impression, surely wasn’t your best but you knew all the lines by heart. knew the scenes and the movies; an avid bogart fan. if someone asked you, you’d try and deny it. richie tozier, ladies man – watching romantic films? never!
lips push together, a blow given and within moments, you’re whistling her direction with a salute from the head with your hand. “ the pleasure’s mine, m’lady. ”
it’s no true bogart, but the heart is there. a broad & bright grin stains cheeks a sugared rose beneath a myriad of sun - deepened freckles. beverly marsh is beside herself with ease, with the refreshing comfort of tozier entertainment. she delegates for him to sit on dampened earth beside her, leans weight back on palms planted firmly behind her. ❛❛ you’re getting pretty good at that. YOU BEEN PRACTICING ? ❜❜
@fisthrust said: ‘i l-let yy-you down.’
moonlight pools in quivering ringlets where the tips of her toes kiss at water’s surface. she acknowledges the words / allows them to settle like a halo around forefront of her mind while quiet moments pass between them. ❛❛ you did, ❜❜ she admits this easily, voice dropping mutely into her lap. maybe disappointment wouldn’t be so gutting had it come from anywhere else & maybe that wasn’t fair to either of them. beverly lays back against moon - soaked landing, drawing eyes to bill fondly, momentarily, before they dance away once more. ❛❛ but you didn’t mean to. ❜❜