First image of The Losers' Club from Stephen King's It

First image of The Losers' Club from Stephen King's It

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Don't worry we all saw it two weeks ago when it came out

who is that at the right

Slowpoke.spaceturtle

Cute young men :)
Bet their parents are proud :)
Thanks for posting :)

>Black kid and fat kid aren't part of the sex scene in the sewers
Kek

That picture surfaced in like fucking June you rube. Go back to /r/movies.

now if you read the book you're just thinking about the redhead getting fucked

The Losers' Club?
Do you mean Sup Forums?

The black kid is the first one to make her cum. Not even memeing, desu.

She gonna get GANG BANGED

Second picture of the Losers Club which also was released literally months ago.

They should have stuck with Fukunaga as the director. Muschietti's track record is literally just Mama, which fucking sucked.

>losers club
>jays hat
>phillies hat

Nice

>Do you remember
>Yes
I GET IT

Mama sucked because of the script. Fukunaga left because he's a temperamental oriental.

They look exceedingly more faggoty than the original cast.

I don't mean it in a creepy way but that girl is really attractive. I would have sex with her once she is an appropriate age because I'm not a pedo.

Asian in name only

What period/time is the movie supposed to be set in?

the kid on the left looks like a mannequin

yeah Bev looks like a slut

Can't wait to see them run a train on that redhead

Finn dropped out of the project

This.

The black kid is the only one to fuck her while the other watch.

It is current year ffs

i hope not in present

Are they going to include the scene where they all fuck the girl?

He did?

so is this the first big budget mainstream child pornography movie ever made?

>that kid with downs syndrome in the middle

Who's who? I think i know who most of them are except Eddie and Bill, I guess the curly hair kid next to the girl is the kike Stan.

WHAT? but seriously? source give me

premium ginger cunny

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>They are all gonna have an orgy
>The little redhead is gonna take all their cocks...
Thanks STEPHEN!

I don't remember that at all. What I do remember is the fatboy has a MASSIVE fucking cock and it hurts Beverly, but she lovingly tells him to keep going

thanks famalam, I didn't think it through between Bill and Eddie, should have realized Eddie kid is small.

They look so comfy

She probably did already with the directors, to get the role

Fuckunigga looks like he's half Asian to me

This, I wish it wouldn't look creepy to say someone underaged is attarctive in real life. All I have to say is "that young girl is really beatiful" or "that is one handsome young boy" and I get the weird looks. For fuck's sake, not everyone is a sick pedo. Well, except we are on Sup Forums, so maybe most people here are, but not me.

Fucking pedo scum

Well what the fuck, I'll read the novel, I'm curious about this fucking degeneracy, why was this allowed?

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>most people here are but not me
>but not me

youtube.com/watch?v=k5YnWW6NmWs

Don't fucking scare me like that

someone post the page with "that" scene

Here's 40 mins of Finn and jewboy chilling in a car

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you should be locked up

Okay gonna give it my best shot. Starting at the bottom left and moving clockwise.

Bill
Richie
Eddie
Mike
Ben
Stan (seriously a big nose and jewfro?)
Beverly

Honestly they look fine but Bill needs to be a little bit bigger and more handsome.

user for prison 2016

Hey. Cool it, hot head. Children aren't for your perverted eyes.

They were already posted you cheating parcel of dick cheese

>that red head on the right
hhhhhhnnnnnnnnnngggggg

Eddie comes to her first, because he is the most frightened. He comes to her not as her friend of that summer, or as her brief lover now, but the way he would have come to his mother only three or four years ago, to be comforted; he doesn’t draw back from her smooth nakedness and at first she doubts if he even feels it. He is trembling, and although she holds him the darkness is so perfect that even this close she cannot see him; except for the rough cast he might as well be a phantom.
“What do you want?” he asks her.
“You have to put your thing in me, ” she says.
He tries to pull back but she holds him and he subsides against her. She has heard someone — Ben , she thinks — draw in his breath.
“Bevvie, I can’t do that. I don’t know how—”
“I think it’s easy. But you’ll have to get undressed.” She thinks about the intricacies of managing cast and shirt, first somehow separating and then rejoining them, and amends, “Your pants, anyway.”
“No, I can’t!” But she thinks part of him can, and wants to, because his trembling has stopped and she feels something small and hard which presses against the right side of her belly.
“You can,” she says, and pulls him down. The surface beneath her bare back and legs is firm, clayey, dry. The distant thunder of the water is drowsy, soothing. She reaches for him. There’s a moment when her father’s face intervenes, harsh and forbidding
(I want to see if you’re intact)

Alright this may be a stupid question but....

Are they only casting for kids? What about their adult actors?

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red on head fire in the bed

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>degeneracy
Go on and read it. We'll see if you don't understand the orgy as the pure love it is after you the reader practically becomes part of their gang.

Wew

I saw this on reddit lol!

and then she closes her arms around Eddie’s neck, her smooth cheek against his smooth cheek, and as he tentatively touches her small breasts she sighs and thinks for the first time This is Eddie and she remembers a day in July — couldit only have been last month?—when no one else turned up in the Barrens but Eddie, and he had a whole bunch of Little Lulu comic books and they read together for most of the afternoon, Little Lulu looking for beebleberries and getting in all sorts of crazy situations, Witch Hazel, all of those guys. It had been fun.
She thinks of birds; in particular of the grackles and starlings and crows that come back in the spring, and her hands go to his belt and loosen it, and he says again that he can’t do that; she tells him that he can, she knows he can, and what she feels is not shame or fear now but a kind of triumph.
“Where?” he says, and that hard thing pushes urgently against her inner thigh.
“Here,” she says.
“Bevvie, I’ll fall on you!” he says, and she hears his breath start to whistle painfully.
“I think that’s sort of the idea, ” she tells him and holds him gently and guides him. He pushes forward too fast and there is pain.

Some qt shotas aside from the nigger and fatty

Ssssss!— she draws her breath in, her teeth biting at her lower lip and thinks of the birds again, the spring birds, lining the roofpeaks of houses, taking wing all at once under low March clouds.
“Beverly?” he says uncertainly. “Are you okay?”
“Go slower,” she says. “It’ll be easier for you to breathe.” He does move more slowly, and after awhile his breathing speeds up but she understands this is not because there is anything wrong with him.
The pain fades. Suddenly he moves more quickly, then stops, stiffens, and makes a sound—some sound. She senses that this is something for him, something extraordinarily special, something like ... like flying. She feels powerful: she feels a sense of triumph rise up strongly within her. Is this what her father was afraid of? Well he might be! There was power in this act, all right, a chain- breaking power that was blood-deep. She feels no physical pleasure, but there is a kind of mental ecstasy in it for her. She senses the closeness. He puts his face against her neck and she holds him
He’s crying. She holds him. And feels the part of him that made a connection between them begin to fade. It is not leaving her, exactly; it is simply fading, becoming less.
When his weight shifts away she sits up and touches his face in the darkness.

me on the far left

You're a fucking retard, it was Ben and Bill that made her cum.

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“Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Whatever it is. I don’t know, exactly.”
He shakes his head—she feels it with her hand against his cheek.
“I don’t think it was exactly like ... you know, like the big boys say. But it was ... it was really something. He speaks low so the others can’t hear. ”I love you, Bevvie.”
Her consciousness breaks down a little there. She’s quite sure there’s more talk, some whispered, some loud, and can’t remember what is said. It doesn’t matter. Does she have to talk each of them into it all over again? Yes, probably. But it doesn’t matter. They have to be talked into it, this essential human link between the world and the infinite, the only place where the bloodstream touches eternity. It doesn’t matter. What matters is love and desire. Here in this dark is as good a place as any. Better than some, maybe.
Mike comes to her, then Richie, and the act is repeated. Now she feels some pleasure, dim heat in her childish unmatured sex, and she closes her eyes as Stan comes to her and she thinks of the birds, spring and the birds, and she sees them, again and again, all lighting at once, filling up the winter-naked trees, shockwave riders on the moving edge of nature’s most violent season, she sees them take wing again and again, the flutter of their wings like the snap of many sheets on the line, and she thinks: A month from now every kid in Derry Park will have a kite, they’ll run to keep the strings from getting tangled with each other. She thinks again: This is what flying is like.

I kind of want to see a modern day IT. I'd lmao seeing It scare the #SWAG generation shittless.

All it needs is a few modern pop cultures here and a couple of references there, have the kids act like average hell spawns then have It straight up rip that biz into a hundred pieces.

With Stan as with the others, there is that rueful sense of fading, of leaving, with whatever they truly need from this act—some ultimate—close but as yet unfound.
“Did you?” she asks again, and although she doesn’t know exactly what “it” is, she knows that he hasn’t.
There is a long wait, and then Ben comes to her.
He is trembling all over, but it is not the fearful trembling she felt in Stan.
“Beverly, I can’t,” he says in a tone which purports to be reasonable and is anything but.
“You can too. I can feel it.”
She sure can. There’s more of this hardness; more of him. She can feel it below the gentle push of his belly. Its size raises a certain curiosity and she touches the bulge lightly. He groans against her neck, and the blow of his breath causes her bare body to dimple with goosebumps. She feels the first twist of real heat race through her—suddenlythe feeling in her is very large; she recognizes that it is too big
(and is he too big, can she take that into herself?)

and too old for her, something, some feeling that walks in boots. This is like Henry’s M-80s, something not meant for kids, something that could explode and blow you up. But this was not the place or time for worry; here there was love, desire, and the dark. If they didn’t try for the first two they would surely be left with the last.
“Beverly, don’t—”
“Yes.”
“I ... ”
“Show me how to fly,” she says with a calmness she doesn’t feel, aware by the fresh wet warmth on her cheek and neck that he has begun to cry. “Show me, Ben.”

so does the orgy happen when they are kids or when they are adults
this is important

“No ...”
“If you wrote the poem, show me. Feel my hair if you want to, Ben. It’s all right. ”
“Beverly ... I ... I ...”
He’s not just trembling now; he’s shaking all over. But she senses again that this ague is not all fear—partof it is the precursor of the throe this act is all about. She thinks of
(the birds)
his face, his dear sweet earnest face, and knows it is not fear; it is wanting he feels, a deep passionate wanting now barely held in check, and she feels that sense of power again, something like flying, something like looking down from above and seeing all the birds on the roofpeaks, on the TV antenna atop Wally’s, seeing streets spread out maplike, oh desire, right, this was something, it was love and desire that taught you to fly.
“Ben! Yes!” she cries suddenly, and the leash breaks.
She feels pain again, and for a moment there is the frightening sensation of being crushed. Then he props himself up on the palms of his hands and that feeling is gone.

>“What do you want?” he asks her.
>“You have to put your thing in me, ” she says.
>He tries to pull back but she holds him and he subsides against her.
was it raep?

How does this orgy scene contributes to the plot anyway? Is it actually relevant or just a fantasy of the author?

>blatantly token alpha black kid and dyke girl
Feels good to be goy.

they are both weird

He’s big, oh yes—the pain is back, and it’s much deeper than when Eddie first entered her. She has to bite her lip again and think of the birds until the burning is gone. But it does go, and she is able to reach up and touch his lips with one finger, and he moans.
The heat is back, and she feels her power suddenly shift to him; she gives it gladly and goes with it. There is a sensation first of being rocked, of a delicious spiralling sweetness which makes her begin to turn her head helplessly from side to side, and a tuneless humming comes from between her closed lips, this is flying, this, oh love, oh desire, oh this is something impossible to deny, binding, giving, making a strong circle: binding, giving ... flying.
“Oh Ben, oh my dear, yes,” she whispers, feeling the sweat stand out on her face, feeling their connection, something firmly in place, something like eternity, the number 8 rocked over on its side. “I love you so much, dear. ”

All sex with females is considered rape to them

I've read the book twice and cannot remember why they all fuck Bev. I don't think a good reason is ever given.

C U N N Y
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11 years old.

kids.

>He’s big, oh yes—the pain is back, and it’s much deeper than when Eddie first entered her. She has to bite her lip again and think of the birds until the burning is gone. But it does go, and she is able to reach up and touch his lips with one finger, and he moans..

I came

thank you for recommending this great piece of work

And she feels the thing begin to happen—something of which the girls who whisper and giggle about sex in the girls’ room have no idea, at least as far as she knows; they only marvel at how gooshy sex must be, and now she realizes that for many of them sex must be some unrealized undefined monster; they refer to the act as It. Would you do It, do your sister and her boyfriend do It, do your mom and dad still do It, and how they never intend to do It; oh yes, you would think that the whole girls’ side of the fifth-grade class was made up of spinsters-to-be, and it is obvious to Beverly that none of them can suspect this ... this conclusion, and she is only kept from screaming by her knowledge that the others will hear and think her badly hurt. She puts the side of her hand in her mouth and bites down hard. She understands the screamy laughter of Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller and all the others better now: hadn’t they, the seven of them, spent most of this, the longest, scariest summer of their lives, laughing like loons? You laugh because what’s fearful and unknown is also what’s funny, you laugh the way a small child will sometimes laugh and cry at the same time when a capering circus clown approaches, knowing it is supposed to be funny ... but it is also unknown, full of the unknown’s eternal power.
Biting her hand will not stay the cry, and she can only reassure them—and Ben—by crying out her affirmative in the darkness.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Glorious images of flight fill her head, mixing with the harsh calling of the grackles and starlings; these sounds become the world’s sweetest music.

I read the book some time ago, it was pretty good until that part and I was totally lost. The kids are scared of "IT." "IT" being a metaphor for sex. They need to get their power levels up or courage or something dumb and how do they do that? By all fucking that one girl to bond! REALLY.

>blue jays fan

fucking dropped

women are sluts.
what other reason do you need?

it's just stephen kings way of telling people that he can write child porn erotica and get away with it

You're just jealous you can't rape an 11 y old girl

Whom of them spreaded their bottom cheeks the farther for the role?

WE GETTIN DEEP NOW

>Far right

It is relevant to the plot.

They are lost deep underground. They are aware that the Seven of them have a special bond and somehow know they need to officially strengthen it and give it permanence so they can escape.

It represents them being Ka-Tet (google it), their true love for each other and the loss of childhood innocence.

Wouldn't it make more sense for them to all fuck each other instead of only Bev?

>approval