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For You ~Pennywise Imagine~


Summary: You hate seeing all the kids had gone missing and living in fear. When you ask Pennywise to stop with the eating them, he stops. However, while the kids are safe, he’s slowly dying. When you notice, you try to help him. 

Author’s Note: Everyone is starting to love these Pennywise imagines. 

Originally posted by edsgazebos

You have been with Pennywise for a while. You loved him and he loved you. You both were in your room as you were talking. Penny was in human form which made it perfect for your parents. 

“Penny, can you stop with the eating of children?” You asked him. 

“What?” Penny asked you. 

“Please. It’s just so heartbreaking to see a family cry over for them,” You asked. 

“I can do that, for you,” Penny nodded. 

“Thank you, Penny,” you said kissing his cheek. 

As the weeks gone by, he was getting weak. You didn’t noticed however. You were happy that all the kids were still alive and happy.

“Penny! They changed the curfew. Now it’s eight o’clock,” You smile. 

“That’s great,” Penny smiled softly. 

“You okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah. Just a bit tired,” Penny tells you. 

What you didn’t know was that he was slowly dying at this point. He wanted to make you happy. He loved you so much he didn’t couldn’t eat one kid. 

You went to go visit Penny at his house but you noticed something was wrong. Normally, he would appear in front of you but he wasn’t. 

“Penny?” You asked. 

You ran up to the one room where it was made just for you. You walked in to see Penny in the ground. 

“Penny?” You asked going towards him. You lifted his head to look at him.

“Penny, what’s going on” you asked worried. 

“I’m okay,” Penny said. He was in his clown form which didn’t scare you. What scared you was the fact that he was on the floor. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“It’s nothing,” Penny told you.

“Penny, I know you. Tell me what’s wrong,” You tell him as you helped him up. 

“I haven’t eaten for a while,” Penny tells you.

“Was it because I asked you to stop eating children?” You asked him.

“Yes. I didn’t want to disappoint you,” Penny told you. 

“You shouldn’t stop eating because I asked you to. What I meant was to stop eating innocent children. Why don’t you just change your diet?” You asked him.

“What should I eat then? I like human organs,” Penny tells you.

“Adults. There are a lot of bad people in the world. Like Bev’s dad for an example. There’s also a lot of rapists, abusive people, and murderers,” You suggested. 

“But they don’t get scared easily,” Pennywise said. 

“Would you rather die or eat,” You tell him.


“Then go eat adults,” You tell him.

“Just because you love me, doesn’t mean you have to change yourself,” You tell him.

“I did it for you,” Penny said. 

“I love you Penny. But I also care about your health,” You tell him.

“I’ll start eating adults,” Penny promised. 

“Good. Now, go eat something before you die,” You tell him. He nodded before leaving. 

Even If It’s Just Pretend

So I skipped Day 8 of Snowbaz-feda (@snowbaz-feda ) because I was sick, ugh. Read Chapter 3 of Even If It’s Just Pretend for Day 9 and forgive me. 

Description: Simon is broke, his foster father is an asshole, and he knows he has nowhere to go when summer break comes around. So when he sees an ad for a paid psychology experiment involving romantic couples, he’s quick to pretend he’s in a relationship…with his nemesis/roommate Baz.
AKA the faking dating trope that we know we all love.

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3

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Okay okay okay, here they are, the AMAZING pieces from BVLA I spent months saving and waiting for!! These beauties are frickin ridiculous, and I am completely in love. I think for my very first set of solid gold jewelry, I chose pretty well, yeah?

In my nostrils: 4mm synthetic Purple Opals set in solid 14 karat Rose Gold “Crown” settings. These 14g ends are threaded into the 4g implant-grade steel plugs I had custom made by Anatometal.

In my philtrum: 8mm (yes, 8 whole mm’s) synthetic Purple Opal set in a solid 14 karat Rose Gold “Crown” setting. Again this is a 14g threaded piece on a custom made implant-grade steel disk back labret from Anatometal.

Also peeking out from the side: more synthetic Purple Opals from Anatometal and NeoMetal, and Rose Gold plated small “Knuckle” weights from Diablo Organics.

Copper is extremely conductive, so sunlight gives a little charge to it. When a slug, snail, or any other ‘slimy’ insect touches copper, it gets shocked (but doesn’t die)!

You can create free copper pest barriers by hot-gluing pennies to wooden boards, and placing them around your garden!
Musical Instruments Vocabulary Word List

accordion acoustic guitar Aeolian harp Alphorn alto saxophone anvil baby  grand piano bagpipe balalaika bandoneón bandura banjo baritone horn bass bass clarinet bass drum bass guitar bassoon bell bongo drum bouzouki bow      brass instruments bugle calliope carillon castanets  celesta cello celtic harp chimes cimbalom clarinet classical guitar clavichord clavier concertina conch conga drum contrabass cornet cowbell cymbals didgeridoo double bass drum drumsticks dulcimer electric guitar electric  organ English horn euphonium fiddle fife flugelhorn flute French horn glockenspiel gong grand piano guitar hammered dulcimer harmonica harmonium harp harpsichord helicon horn hurdy gurdy instrument jaw harp Jew’s harp kazoo kettledrum keyboard lute lyre mallets mandolin maracas marimba mellophone melodeon moog synthesizer musical instruments musical saw mute oboe ocarina organ pan pipes penny whistle percussion piano piccolo pipa pipe organ player piano pump organ rainstick rattle recorder reed saw saxophone sitar slide whistle snare drum spinet spoons steel drum sousaphone steel drum steel  guitar string bass string instruments strings synthesizer tabla tambourine theramin thumb piano timpani tin whistle tom-tom drum triangle trombone  trumpet tuba tubular bells ukulele upright piano valve vibraphone viola viola da gamba violin violincello vuvuzela Wagner tuba washboard whistle wind chime wind instruments woodwind instruments xylophone zither         

tbbt episode 2 spoilers

Okay. I really appreciate all the sexual innuendos that Sheldon said on the “Fun with Flags” episode. But what really made me cry like a baby is when he said (or implied) that Amy made him a birthday cake and he said “it tasted good, even though it didn’t” 

I mean, this is Sheldon “I hate celebrating my birthday” Cooper we’re talking about. Remember when Penny organized a surprise birthday party for him and he was furious??? But with Amy, it doesn’t matter that he hates birthdays. It doesn’t matter that the birthday cake that Amy made doesn’t taste good. Simply because it’s Amy.  And he lied because he doesn’t  want to hurt her feelings. The fact that Amy made an effort to make him a birthday cake is enough for him. Amy is always the exception to the rule. 

I’m gonna pause just to let that sink in…..

did it sink in already? okay now join me as I grossly cry in a corner while eating cake.

Six Weeks In Hell, Six Minutes In Heaven

willowblack13 replied: Felicity going HAM on LoA for Oliver’s death. Basically using her bitch with wifi mojo to tear them apart

Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she sits in the lair, actively seeking out every bank account, every dollar, every penny the organization posses. Vengeance flows through her veins, hot and red, boiling just under the surface of her skin. Her eyes remain glued to the screen, watching the numbers as the scroll past, deciphering every little word and phrase that pops up.

She’s in a mission, one that will surely lead to her death if any of this tracks back to her, but she doesn’t care. Death is welcome at this point, if it reunites her with the man she loves. Her heart still aches for him, still bleeds for him the way it had when she found out he was dead. It left a gaping hole in her chest, one that she thinks will never be filled again.

She bides her time, drinking coffee and sitting in front of her super powered computers, searching endless strings of code. And when she finds the first breadcrumb, she latches onto it, teasing out every last bit of information she can before using it to find the next one.

It goes on for hours, days, weeks. She would lose track of time if it isn’t for the alarm she’s set on her phone to remind her she’s got another job to go to or she needs to rest her eyes, which she does for only a moment because the only thing she hears when she closes them is his voice, the surety with which he says those three words that have latched onto her aching heart and squeeze it every time she thinks of them. They haunt her dreams and echo in her ears whenever she lets her mind wander from the task.

Right now, she refuses to get distracted. She’s found their money pit and is ready to drain it. Glancing down at the clock on the bottom of her screen, she realizes it’s been six weeks, two days, and twelve hours since he walked away to his death. It will only take a minute and a keystroke to destroy them the way they destroyed her.

She knows it won’t fill the hole in her chest, the void left by his death, but it’ll go a long way to help others heal for the destruction and devastation the League has wrought all over the world. Behind her, the door slams, and she ignores it. Two sets of heavy footsteps echo down the stairs, but she ignores them. Her focus is on the screen in front of her and all the havoc she’s about to wreak.

Then a hand falls on her shoulder, it’s warmth seeping into her cold skin, reigniting the fire in her veins, a hand she thought she’d never feel again. Calloused fingertips rub circles into her flesh making her heart seize in her chest. It can’t be. It’s not possible, she think. He’s gone. He’s dead. It must be a hallucination brought on by the amount of sleep she’s lost trying to destroy the people who destroyed her.

She’s afraid to look up, to take her eyes off the screen even though she can see his reflection in it. She’s too scared to think it might just be some crazy dream she’s having because there have been so many in the last six weeks that she no longer knows what’s real and what isn’t. The only constants are her computers and the code that scrolls across her screen. It’s all she has to believe in at this moment because having hope will only devastate her.


She hears his voice, clear as day and squeezes her eyes shut against it, wishing away the hallucination before it has a chance to manifest. Tears well behind the lids, threatening to fall at a moments notice as her breathing shallows and her heart begins to race.

“You’re not real.” She expels the breath she’s been holding ever since that hand landed on her shoulder, hoping it alleviates the tightness she feels in her chest at that moment, but it does nothing of the sort. Instead it constricts even more when his fingers grip her tighter, forcing her face to fall into her hands. “You’re not real!” she says with force this time, shaking her head, trying to clear her mind.

She’s come so far in the past six weeks. She can’t let this hallucination break her at the last moment, just when everything has finally fallen into place and all she needs to do is press a single button to finally get vengeance for his death.

“Look at me, Felicity,” he says, removing his hand from her shoulder and placing it beneath her chin. It’s pried away from where it rests in her palms, his fingertips warm beneath his touch, sending currents of electricity into her cold body. She hasn’t felt that warmth in so long.

“Felicity, please,” he begs, in a whisper this time, and her eyes pop open.

He’s crouching there in front of her looking a little worse for wear, his hair outgrown and beard a little shaggy, but he’s there. The light in his eyes is real, not something she imagined. She opens her mouth to say something, anything, but her throat closes. Instead, shaky hands rise from her lap, falling to his cheeks, feeling their warmth under her palms. He’s really there. He’s really alive.

“Oliver?” she finally squeaks out, her voice cracking as she tries to hold back the flood of emotions that suddenly hit her. He nods, a smile touching his lips and the corners of his eyes, and suddenly a strangled sob escapes her throat. His arms wrap around her, pull her into the solid expanse of his chest, and hold her tight as she buries her face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

In six weeks she’s seen the very depths of hell. In six minutes, she’s found her heaven again.