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eddie kaspbrak the kind of guy to make way too intense prolonged eye contact and richie tozier the kind of guy to make no eye contact unless its funny and so they are always stuck in a cycle of eddie looking directly into richie's soul and richie spinning in circles to look away.

#yeah it's the autism #it sk

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Tonnelle nord-ouest au Parc de Marquayrol (La Pergola) - Henri Martin

#look at thissss im going crazy!!!!! #paintings #red #orange #henri martin #post-impressionism

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movie date

#best ever it post #it sk #it 2017

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#img #gjkhkjh

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-Sunny Lawn in a Public Park-

#ohh so bright! oh so beautiful!! #vincent van gogh #xix #paintings #oils #green

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Well...I may or may not have read this post and immediately gone into a trance and written something about it.

Constantly thinking about Buck; having gone through a bad breakup or another rough conversation with his parents, drinking a beer with Eddie and venting about it- and referring to himself as “hard to love”

And Eddie scoffing while sipping his beer like “You’re being ridiculous, do you know how hard I tried to not be in love with you”

Part-accidental confession, part ‘just tired and can’t keep fighting this any more so here it is’.

Anyway I just think that would be neat ✨

#thank you for your service OP #I read your post and it would NOT leave me alone it held me at gunpoint until i wrote this 😔 #911 abc #entry #couldn't tell you when this is set. pre series 6 maybe? #the brainrot hit hard with this one folks

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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.

#it sk #will hanlon my beloved ;; #this was beautiful #mike hanlon

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They’ve released not just digitized works of art, but also a great many art history texts and art books in general. Just this week, they announced an expansion of access to their digital archive, in that they’ve made nearly 88,000 images free to download on their Open Content database under Creative Commons Zero (CC0). That means “you can copy, modify, distribute and perform the work, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.”

88,000 new free images just dropped, to use however you like.

#resources

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terrortober day 16: blood

#the terror #horror #oghh this FUCKS

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911 is the only show brave enough to ask what if a fire captain was both a recovering alcoholic and a former pairs figure skater

#911 abc #lfmaogfdhkgjhdfjgkdh.

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hey it’s midnight on a wednesday and here’s the hot new aubreyad headcanon: stephen maturin is a power walker, and more specifically, will never shut the fuck up about it

#lomfaogdfhgkjdfhgkjdsfashjkldsfjsdf #aubreyad

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You know when you're checking out a new fandom and you stumble across a writer/artist you loved in a previous fandom and it feels like running into a childhood friend at a bar

#txt #seeing So Many familiar names from my reddie days in the 911 tag. feel like I am receiving a Warm Hug

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Sophie grifting: hot duchess. seductive investor. mysterious businesswoman.

Eliot grifting: ridiculously competent chef. hot athlete (any sport). heartthrob country musician.

Hardison grifting: overly-confident criminal. assertive FBI agent. heartthrob classical musician.

Nathan Ford grifting: goddamn piece of shit oily slimy scumbag ambulance-chaser untrustworthy con artist with a stupid fucking voice and a silly hat

the show is not doing Nate any favors in the likeability or attractiveness departments here

(Bonus mention: Parker grifting: autism creature)

#leverage #fave #this is SO accurate

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-Cemetery-

#paintings #KANDINSKY!?!?!? #i forget he painted things other than circles and increasingly geometric abstracts. #wassily kandinsky #art

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pssssst hey. hey. free and expansive database of folk and fairy tales. you can thank me later

#fae #folklore #resources

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A pink lustre mug with a ship and a poem, England, c. 1840

When riding o'er, the mountain wave. The Hardy, Sailor, ever brave. He laughs at danger, smiles at fate. And risks his life, to save his mate.

#I want her so bad it's not even funny #tall ships #age of sail #ceramics

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before you ship something stop and ask yourself... Is this otp material? Make sure your characters are:

Obstinate and inflexible in their actions

Terrible for each other in most circumstances

Poor communicators

#txt #lolololol