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Mike Hanlon is ten years old when he brings his first friend home, and William Hanlon, for all the trust he has in his son, can’t help but watch them through the slits of his kitchen blinds while exchanging curious looks with his wife.

Curious, for one, because it’s not just one friend; it’s six. Curious, for another, because of the strange way they move around each other—orbital and all knowing, like they’d been doing it for years before, and would do it for years to come.

It scares Will, quite frankly, and he guesses that fear shows on his face when Mike comes in for dinner that night, because he fixes him with a suspicious squint and says: “What, you don’t like my friends, daddy?”

Will manages a small chuckle and puts a hand on Mike’s shoulder, bending down to press a kiss to his head.

“They seem just fine to me, Mikey.”

And they do. They are loyal and kind—if a little loud—and unconditionally present in Mike’s life, until he turns fourteen.

And when Mike turns fourteen, his friends start moving away. Starting with Beverly Marsh, the girl with red hair and scraped up knees, who always tucks her dirty sneakers up by the front door and greets Will with a smile. Stanley Uris doesn’t leave for another year after that, but Ben Hanscom follows closely behind, and then it seems to happen all at once.

And none of them are easy—but none seem to hit Mike quite as hard as Bill Denbrough.

He is sixteen and comes home that day nothing short of inconsolable. And Will... doesn’t need to ask.

See, he can’t be sure, but he can guess, between the closed doors, the divided time, the proximity in which the stand, and the intensity in which they stand, that Mike loves Bill no more than any of the others, but perhaps differently—different, in a way he has an even harder time letting go of.

This is one of the few times in Will’s life that he feels hopelessly and inadequately like just Mike’s father, where all he can do is wrap his arms around his son and hold him until he tires himself out with the crying and falls asleep.

Because what he can be sure of is that the fear he had—the fear he once thought was other-worldly and ominous and certain for death—was only for moments like this; a quiet-again house, and a hurting son.

#god. mikeee🥺🥺

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are. are you guys seeing this

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Me: “I am not over dramatic”

Also me at any minor inconvenience:

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there is this trend on tiktok that is like “when my mom was my age she was married and look at me, I’m living at home asking her basic questions about how life works! hehe!” when my mom was my age she bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked one and got so sick she vowed to never smoke again and left the mostly full pack of cigarettes on the table in her living room for several years so visitors would hopefully think she was cool and edgy and a smoker. 23 years old. my mommy.

#my mom was an exchange student in france #she didnt have a very good time her host family was mean but she liked the country #um and my dad was probably in his senior year of high school #drinking smoking doing drugs cheating on tests #he tells fun stories

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“Criminal” Fiona Apple

8/07/97

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A backseat driver

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Jacket

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"I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.

It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams. "

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lol

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Enya Umanzor’s custom Blythe Doll

#!! enya blythe doll

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i luv blythe dolls

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DEERGIRL WRAPPED

you RAN away 10925 times

you blinked your big brown eyes 100000000000 times

you ate 109392933993929939282 berries

you stood really really still 523 times

you fell in love 9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 times

#eddie kaspbrak #maybe not to you. but to ME

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