Jake: That’s A Pretty Rock, Dwight

beepxbeep​  /  richie tozier * !!

As soon as he left her arms, he was right back and it felt like home. How many nights had they spent together cuddling under the stars? Strictly platonically of course. How many times had they snuck off together when things were rough? The other loser’s were Richie’s world but having Bev back felt like he was complete again. He kissed the top of her head, dramatically but genuine, and finally pulled away to look at her once more. “Beverly dear, you’re lucky I noticed you at all.” he said and poked her nose teasingly. The entire room felt like it was missing now as his only focus was on his friend. “Do you prefer this version of me or the 40 year old one then because i can’t decide. Although, I will say that missing you guys for 27 years and forgetting was fucking shitty so having us back and being able to grow old with all of you, knowing what we’re capable of in the future? The best fucking luck we ever got.”  Richie knew that them all showing up here was strange and they probably needed to figure it out but he wasn’t in a rush. He just got his friends back, he wasn’t losing that again. Richie took his focus off of the redhead in front of him and went to look around to see if Stan was around before turning back and pulling a pack of Marlboro’s out of his pocket. “What d’ya say? Stan won’t let me but now that you’re here I have a reason to sneak off and smoke. You free now or are you looking for that husband of yours?”

🎈❤️🔥

                    it had always been easy to smile around richie yet this time his words caused it to falter. “perhaps both versions are equally annoying, rich.” a forced smirk remained, slowly beginning to warm her eyes once again at the sight of his pack of cigarettes. richie’s choice of words was CONFUSING, but what wasn’t in this new home of theirs ?? “well richie darling, consider yourself lucky. you can jump to first in line out of my long list of suitors.” tone dripped of sarcasm, finding relief in the much needed smoke break. "i won’t tell if you don’t.” she teased with a quick wink as she flashed her own matching pack of Marlboro’s. just like old times. beverly wanted to pretend, desperately wished she’d suddenly recall her future, but she couldn’t. && the more she snuck glances at richie she knew she couldn’t pretend to have either. their nights shared as friends were countless, considering days in their childhood households were more bad than good. the losers managed to get a VULNERABILITY out of her that she swore she’d never show. richie was one of the first of their friends to weasel his way in that heart of hers. “wanna know something funny ??” brow arched, cigarette dangling from lips once they got outside, lighting it up before tossing her lighter his way out of habit. “truth is i don’t really remember.” dry, humorless laugh escaped from her as she shrugged. “apparently i’m still in the remembering childhood phase, like some shitty back to the future movie. guess the world knew i’d be too powerful if i remembered everything,” she tried, but failed, to jest.

                    beverly knew better than to expect the line to be short at the grind, especially early in the morning. like many others, the redhead needed a strong cup of coffee to even start her day. bev always wanted to be a morning person && yet every morning it’s the same — alarm instantly snoozed ... usually several times. unable to stop a yawn from parting lips, she let out a grumpy, yet slightly amused chuckle. “is there a SECRET PASSWORD or something ??” she playfully implored to the person in front of her. “something we could say to make them take us next or miraculously make the line go faster ??” a jest, && perhaps a lot of wishful thinking, but the idea made the wait a little more bearable. @edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom.

{ melisa pamuk, cis woman, she/her } have you heard that ( johanna mason ) from ( the hunger games ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  she is ( twenty-nine ) years old and is a ( physical trainer ).  I’ve heard that she has a tendency to be ( brash & sly ) and ( protective & gutsy ), and they have ( all ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: johanna mason nicknames: jo ( only by a select few, if you’re not of them prepare for a fight bless ) age  /  birthday: 29  /  october 25th astrological sign: scorpio hometown: district 7 ( known for lumber ) height: 5′7″ occupation: physical trainer. former victor, mentor & tribute gender  /  pronouns: cis woman  /  she/her orientation: pansexual

THE PAST

you can read all about the gal who deserved way more in the mockingjay movies right here !! ( tw: weapon mention, murder, torture, trauma, aquaphobia )

long story v short, she’s tired™.

IVYWOOD

johanna slowly managed to settle into a somewhat normal life after the rebellion. she visited the friends that she, much to her surprise, met along the way. though her guard always remained high, but a bit lower with a few select individuals. however one day she woke up in a hotel room in ivywood with all of her memories still in tact. confused, she tried to remain in the shadows as johanna learned all that she could, which unfortunately for her wasn’t much. worried it has something to deal with snow’s followers rebelling back, she’s been a bit of an ominous presence, waiting to find someone she knows or to find more information before her fight instincts kick in ( which ... knowing her they always do ).  even so she can be rather sarcastic & blunt, if she doesn’t like you, you’ll know. while exhausted™ ( & that being an understatement ) from everything she’s gone through, johanna is never one to give up a fight, even when she have nothing left. upon hearing some others don’t have all their memories however, she may perhaps be a bit jealous, but still will want to help, though in a way she doesn’t wish for anyone to be able to remember all that they’ve gone through.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

rival, friends who roast but support each other bless, someone perhaps she’s suspicious of?, a good friend or two would be nice — though to get her to relax™ takes a lot, workout bros, clients, etc etc — & all the things !! & just like with bev, if you’d like to plot with johanna please make that heart blush & i’ll come to you sometime !!

                    a whole 27+ years of memories just gone ?? apparently so. the news was UNSETTLING && adding the fact that they were now TRAPPED here only made it worse. it made it easy to down the free alcohol, however. bev had just finished another glass when she felt someone’s grasp. instinctively arms crossed in front of her however she’d recognize that voice anywhere ( even if it was much deeper than when she last heard it ). instantly she relaxed, practically throwing herself into his arms as she shook her head. “don’t you DARE try to pull away that quickly, richie dear !!” a tight squeeze, elated tears billowing in eyes before drawing down cheeks. memories or no memories, beverly knew it had been too long since she’d seen her best friend. “fuck you by the way, making me mess up my make-up,” she quipped as she slowly pulled away, she’d blame the liquor for the tears later. bev wiped them away as a knowing smirk crossed her lips. “well for supposedly looking this good it took you way too fucking long to notice me. i’m almost hurt,” tone nothing but teasing. bev finally managed to take him in. bev playfully looked him up && down before cupping his cheeks, giving one a solid pinch. “you’ll be breaking hearts tonight, richie rich. i told you, you’d grow into your looks.”

@heartsofember​ - bev

Richie had been so excited to see all of the losers for different reasons. Stan and Mike had been for more…hidden reasons, ben and bill had been pure happiness in seeing that they were okay and alive and still them, eddie had been a relief, but nothing compared to seeing Bev. Sure, he was really close with some of the other losers, some even competed for the girl’s spot but no one ever won. Bev was the reigning champion of ride or die’s in Richie’s mind. So seeing her standing there in the corner of the ballroom, looking as if she was trying to find someone, Richie found no better opportunity to rush up to her and just grab her close. “Bevvie baby! I can’t believe it’s you!” he said holding her close before releasing her, realizing that rushing to hug her may not have been the smartest idea but hey….it was him. “You look so good tonight, you know that? I mean all the loser’s do but wow…do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up? You sure do know how to keep a man waiting, Beverly Hills.”

{ hunter schafer, trans person, she/they } have you heard that ( luna lovegood ) from ( harry potter ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  she is ( twenty-one ) years old and is a ( college student ).  I’ve heard that she has a tendency to be ( optimistic & eccentric ) and ( distant & blunt ), and they have ( some ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: luna lovegood nicknames: loony lovegood😢 age  /  birthday: 21  /  february 13th astrological sign: aquarius hogwarts house: ravenclaw height: 5′9″ occupation: college student, studying biology to later focus on animal science gender  / pronouns: trans person  /  she/they orientation: pansexual

THE PAST

( tw: death, bullying, abduction, war ) soo me being tired & there being a whole lot of movies & books, here’s their wiki !! 

IVYWOOD

luna age-wise is taken a few years after the battle of hogwarts. she however has no memory of ever getting married to rolf scamander nor of their children lorcan & lysander. in fact, hogwarts in her mind wasn’t even a school for witchcraft and wizardry but simply a boarding school that she attended ( we love some ?? angst bless ). luna remembers her friends, but nothing yet of the magic or troubles they all faced having fought with voldemort & his supporters. she has nightmares from time to time, & strange ( more so than usual for luna at least, bless their heart ) things tend to happen during heightened emotions which hint at her magic abilities, but she has yet to remember any of that part of her life.

luna’s not one to pretend to be anyone but themselves, even if most don’t quite understand. luna’s intelligent, a non-conformist, & someone who’s quite perceptive, noticing many things that others may not. she’s always in her own little world, & if she finds the topic of conversation boring luna’s been known to drift off into own thoughts. her father is one of the most important people, & if anyone has anything negative to say her usual quirky demeanor is quickly replaced with anger ( this in turn, also applies to those they deem close ). despite the harsh judgements of others, luna’s noncritical of others. luna may have a hard time making friends but those she has, she’d do anything for. <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends !!, classmates, maybe a roommate ??, confidant, study partners, someone they can ramble to, etc etc !! & as always, make that heart blush for me to come to you !!

A BEVERLY MARSH PLAYLIST  ・。・

below the cut are lyrics of importance from each song, plus a few extras ❄️🔥

001. BAD REPUTATION - JOAN JETT

“a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do. and i don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation.”

002. LIABILITY - LORDE

“so they pull back, make other plans. i understand, i'm a liability. get you wild, make you leave. i'm a little much for everyone.”

“the truth is I am a toy that people enjoy ‘til all of the tricks don't work anymore, and then they are bored of me.”

003. YOU’VE GOT IT (THE RIGHT STUFF) - NKOTB

“you're the reason why I sing this song. all that I needed was you.”

004. LOOKING TOO CLOSELY - FINK

“the devil's right there, right there in the details and you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself. looking too closely.”

“put your arms around somebody else. don't punish yourself, punish yourself. truth is like blood underneath your fingernails and you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself.”

“so don't kid yourself, kid yourself. it's you right there, right there in the mirror.”

005. LOSER - BECK

“ soy un perdedor. i’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me ??”

006. FORTRESS - BEAR’S DEN

“nothing could ever make me more frightened than the thought of hurting you.”

“this is how it's meant to be. this is where we're supposed to be. i don't think anyone could ever love anyone the way I love you.”

007. FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE - KESHA

“it was always drama. i’m sorry i’m always so anxious and numb. just sorry i’m fucked up. i really just don’t know how to love, how to trust. i try, but when i talk about him i should probably cry but he’s nothing, he’s no one, a stranger.”

“oh, i wish my heart wasn’t broken from the start. i never stood a fighting chance. in all my days from my cradle to my grave, i’ll never have a father daughter dance.”

008. BEVERLY - IT (2017) SOUNDTRACK

(  vibes™.  )

009. UNBREAKABLE - FIREFLIGHT

“where are the people that accuse me? the ones who beat me down and bruise me? they hide just out of sight, can't face me in the light. they'll return but I'll be stronger.”

“god, I want to dream again. take me where I've never been. i want to go there, this time I'm not scared. now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable. no one can touch me. nothing can stop me.”

010. THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT - THE SMITHS

“take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive. driving in your car, i never, never want to go home because I haven't got one ... oh, please don't drop me home because it's not my home, it's their home and I'm welcome no more.”

011. LOVELY - BILLIE EILISH FT. KHALID

“oh, i hope some day i'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years. need a place to hide, but I can't find one near. wanna feel alive. outside i can't fight my fear.”

“isn't it lovely, all alone? heart made of glass my mind of stone. tear me to pieces, skin to bone. hello, welcome home.”

012. HANG ON IN THERE - QUEEN

“don't let go, don't lose your mystique. wait a little longer; tomorrow brings another feast. don't let go, don't lose your reputation. thank God you're still alive, ha. you're still in one piece.”

013. CHERRY BOMB - THE RUNAWAYS

“can't stay at home, can't stay at school. old folks say, ‘you poor little fool.’ down the streets i'm the girl next door ; i'm the fox you've been waiting for.”

fadedlustre​  /  mike hanlon * !!

“real actual silverware? damn, bev, you’re putting me to shame,” he teased back, shaking his head. he’d been here longer than some of the other losers, but he had to admit, he’d never fully settled in. he’d been waiting for something to happen, never knowing what. but now… maybe he could begin to settle down. he shrugged, looking down at his mug. “yeah, been here a little longer than the rest of you. it’s really not all that different to derry. quieter, somehow.” not as scary in other ways, like a lack of alien clowns, and significantly less odd looks when he walked around. “gotta have the good times while they’re here. maybe we can take actual swimming gear to the lake this time,” he laughed.

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                    “don’t feel shame. i will never be the prime example of an adult, ever.” usual grin remained at his words, even if the mere mention of derry always rose goosebumps along her arms. “you’re right as usual, hanlon. it’s weird ... after living anywhere besides derry it’s even easier to see how fucked it was. children going missing shouldn’t feel fucking NORMAL.” ginger brows furrowed, a slight shake of the head to rid herself of those thoughts, to focus on what positives could be found. “oh hell yeah. no we’re really talking. snorkels, goggles, all of it. maybe the water will actually be clear enough to see shit in.” dirty water, another lovely thing about derry. “i just hope they’re more good times ...” words trailing off, curiosity getting the best of her as it usually did. “—have you, i don’t know, remembered anything new ??”

theneotheater​  /  tinkerbell * !!

Bev had brought Tink along for this exact reason, and fae was happy to help. In fae’s opinion, instructions were for sellouts as well; fae nodded in agreement at the sentiment. As the two of them looked on at what they’d narrowed their selection down to - two coffee tables, both modest in price and very nice, either of which would look great as the centerpiece to the redhead’s little apartment living room - blue eyes studied the first that was pointed at. Fae smiled with the other as she grinned that knowing, warm smile of her’s, giving back a little shrug of Hey, if it works ! The blonde wouldn’t be the first to throw stones, considering fae’s hobby of hitting things with a hammer until they worked. Both of them seemed relatively easy to piece together, as long as she had the right tools to do so with. So, Tink went with the one that appealed most to fae aesthetically. With a point to the one on the left, there was the answer - I really like that one. Then fae looked to the other, smiling their own clever, knowing smile. As long as we do it together, we’ll be the dream team ! Both of their personalities meshed so well, their determination and passion and warmth, it was sort of perfect how they’d ended up friends. What do you say ? Ultimately, though, it was the other’s choice - they’d have to live with it in their home for the next little while.

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                    besides with the losers, it’d always been rather DIFFICULT letting people in ; the cruel words she heard from many over the years a constant echo. but with tink she didn’t worry. it was surprisingly  e a s y  . && while she greatly loved her childhood friends, considering most of them had all their memories she felt a bit misplaced. she could simply be herself, who she was right now. bev studied fae’s reactions carefully, making her final glance between the two options before nodding. “you’re so right. the light wood will BRIGHTEN the room quite nicely.” it took bev a while to actually believe it, but she could do whatever she put her mind to. seeing tink’s clever smirk only confirmed that notion this time around. with a confident tilt of her chin, she grabbed the box containing all the parts of what would hopefully turn out to be a coffee table, carefully placing it into the cart — as much as it would fit at least. “let’s do it. i think i still have the box of tools we used last time, but do you think we’ll need anything else ??” with tinkerbell around beverly quickly learned not everything could be fixed with duck tape or glue, && she’d forever be grateful for that && for the great company. “you need anything while we’re here ?? && by the way you’re staying for dinner. whether we get delivery or i whip us up something, it’s happening. it’s the least i can do for all your help.”

It’s an instinct. A feeling. The Force brought us together