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maybe together we can get somewhere

Chapter Two - Go East, Young Man

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Richie Tozier would probably still be getting sunburnt on the beach if he hadn’t been running late that day.

It was the first week of June and he was buttoning up the top of his shirt the way his uniform demanded when the phone rang, cutting through the thrum of the air-conditioner in the airy apartment he shared with Stan.

The rattle of the ring was loud enough to make him jump and had a quality that he would later describe as ominous. As if he could tell whatever would be coming through on the other line would be upending, would maybe change everything. He doesn’t know how he knew, but, in that moment, for just that moment, he knew that, by answering the phone, he’d be committing to something with far reaches and long arms. Something that stretched itself all the way back to Derry, to the town of death he had only barely managed to escape.

He almost didn’t even pick it up, too scared, and making the excuse to himself that he was too focused on being late for yet another shift at the bar. But Stan wasn’t home and their voicemail box was full because Richie hadn’t been bothering to delete the plethora of messages they had been getting from girls he picked up while he worked, all of them begging to know if they’d ever get the great Richie Tozier in bed again. But Richie didn’t do reruns. He always got bored. Stan called him obnoxious for leaving the voicemails to fester, claiming Richie was doing it on purpose to try to prove something to himself. To compensate , had been the exact phrase Stan had used. Richie asked Stan if he was implying that Richie had a small dick. Stan said he was. In turn, Richie reminded Stan that he’d seen his dick plenty of times, so he was clearly wrong and to stop making things up. Stan countered by saying every time the sight had been so traumatic that he’d forgotten it instantly. Richie couldn’t think of a comeback.

So, he answered the phone.

“Hello?” Richie had said, simultaneously shoving a stale piece of toast in his mouth to call it lunch.

“R-Richie Tozier? Is that you?”

“The one and only,” Richie said, but his brain was tickling at a memory, uprooting itself with vital urgency.

“It’s Bill.”

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read from the beginning on ao3!

#THIS IS MEEEEEE #what do I do with two tumblrs now lol #this was my temporary blog while I suffered

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I finally got my account pack is there anybody still here this was a process like 6 months in the making or smthg

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Bill Denbrough | Forever Young by Alphaville (1984)

Stan Uris | Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds (1985)

Mike Hanlon | Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship (1987)

Ben Hanscom | Please Don’t Go Girl by New Kids on the Block (1988)

Richie Tozier | Smokin’ in the Boys Room by Mötley Crüe (1989)

Eddie Kaspbrack | We Belong by Pat Benatar (1984)

Beverly Marsh | Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & the Black Hearts (1980)

The Losers Club as 80s Songs

LISTEN HERE

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Can’t get over them dressing Klaus’s followers in light blue paralleling the ghosts he sees and the way his followers suffocated him just as the ghosts did.

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liability is a richie song send tweet

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

#i would cry #I know my stuff isn’t popular at all but it would be so cool to see it interacted with #it’s just such a cool way to interact w others

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im a double idiot, i forgot to post this yesterday and today i accidentally posted it to my main

anyways here’s day 7: somewhere in derry

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Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. January 1950 (translated by Velma García-Gorena)

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It(1986, 1990, 2010, 2019)’s like:

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Was doing practice doodles of Dr. K & tried to make a thing out of it

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i took a break from my homework to draw this….

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Dani Clayton + her beautiful smile

#the haunting of bly manor

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a sunny morning ☀️

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can’t remember why you’re sad 

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Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.

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Halloween. Sure is.