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80ramiens · 1 year
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(they've always been losers together)
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supercap2319 · 7 months
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"Come on, Y/N. You can tell us the truth. Big Bill here has a small wiener right?" Richie grinned.
It was the summer before their last year of school and during the time between defeating IT and letting Georgie go, Bill had gotten himself a boyfriend and he was welcomed by the Losers Club. Even Beverly, who would visit Derry in the summer, liked Y/N.
Of course, this doesn't mean he was safe from the lewd comments of trashmouth Tozier.
Y/N looks at Richie, who is currently huddled with Eddie underneath a tree by the water of the barrens. "It's a shame you think that. He's great in bed. I don't think I've seen anyone bigger than Bill packing downstairs and it's so hot hearing he stutter that he's going to cum."
For a moment, everyone just stares at them as Bill blushes hard. Eddie breaks the silence. "Bullshit! I call fucking bullshit!"
"Yeah, there's no way Billy's tapped any ass." Richie said.
"Well, he has. Big Bill's no longer a blushing virgin."
That just made Bill blush harder.
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ghostywispe · 6 months
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i forgot this so im reminding whoever else might see this: stanley is a year younger that the rest of the losers
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belovedbellflower · 1 year
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Stanley Uris had a hobby in birdwatching, which is so fitting for his character because he "took flight" and ran away from the danger the moment he felt he needed to. Birds have a tendency to keep clean and will get stressed if it's not and, even though this fits Eddie, with many of Stan's tendencies I think it also fits him. He also follows the group very often, just as birds do. Although at the end of his story he didn't, the reason he even agreed to the oath was because the others did and he found safety in those numbers. Birds tend to be flock animals. This comparison isn't perfect, of course, but I think Stanley Uris acts like a bird and it's interesting to think about.
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shin-soumisa · 4 months
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Finished It today. Boy am I obsessed.
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fanyyy444 · 28 days
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And himmmm aaaaa, he's sooo cuteee🥺😭😭
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I'm in love..
I love cute boys <3
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me always saying I have a soft spot for Bill Denbrough for i dont know why 
my massive homosexual crush on James McAvoy
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groovyqueer · 2 years
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Amortentia - William “Bill” Denbrough (IT Chapter Two)
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Lavender, old and new books, clary sage, typewriter ink, tea with vanilla creamer, rain water, flannel, cardamom, and his natural musk.
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mistressaccost · 1 year
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“i didn’t go to the moon, i went much further - for time is the longest distance between two places”
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gensiswrites · 7 months
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Hello!!! I’m thinking about being a fan fictions writer:) please give me some suggestions on what/who to write❣️
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Finished picture of Bill Denbrough
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lamphous · 11 months
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58. 63., 84 for the fanfic questions
58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
other than canon-specific things (shout out to the tab of https://discoelysium.fandom.com/wiki/Skills I have had open for months now) it was auguste dupin lmao. promise that'll make sense later, but I was just trying to remember if there was an E at the end or not.
63. what's the best insult you've read in a fic?
I *almost* said I don't remember things like that, but then I realized I do and it is absolutely 100% "Nebula Award Winning novelist William Denbrough." thank you @avocadomooon hats off to a real one
84. said: overused or underused?
underused UNDERUSED. such an important unword. there are just times when your brain has to elide over dialogue tags, ok, not everything needs the impact of a poem. you don't have the same economy of words. you can just use said, guys, I promise, it's ok.
send me a number!
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racointeur1 · 1 year
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[     RECIEVED:     @earthlost    ]      rough day, huh?
[       SENT:      Mike.     ]      My professor’s just a dick. 
[      SENT:     Mike.     ]      Want to grab lunch with me?
[       SENT:      Mike.     ]      It’d be nice to see you. 
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racointeurarc · 1 year
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@ridichi3​     said    :         “ i had to do that… just once. “         accepting.
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                it’s      instinctive,     the    way     bill’s    hand    lifts    to    rest    against    richie’s    cheek    when    he    closes    the    distance    between    them.      breath     is     caught     in     throat     along    with    the    rapid    beating    of    his     heart.     he     doesn’t    know    why     rich     is     kissing    him,      but     he    knows    that    maybe     he    likes    it.      when    he    pulls    away,     bill’s    eyes    are    wide    and     curious.     he     is      keenly      aware      of     the    fact     that    he     should     say     something.        richie    is    staring    at    him     and     the    feeling    of    his    lips    are    lingering    against     bill’s,      but     no    words    are    rising.            he’s       waiting     for      the      punchline      that     never    comes.       richie    isn’t    laughing,     so     that    meant    it    wasn’t    a     joke.            “      i     don’t       un     -      un     -       understand,      rich.      “       bill’s    voice    is     soft    and    he   swallows    down    the    nerves    he    can     feel     building.       this    just    made     moving     that    much    more     difficult. 
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earthlost · 1 year
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          LISTEN  ,   IT’S  BEEN  A  LONG  DAY  ,   OKAY ?    there  is  no  denying  the  sheer  exhaustion  settling  deep  into  your  bones .   it  had  already  started  off  on  a  bad  note  when  your  alarm  this  morning  decided  not  to  go  off  today  of  all  days  ,   marking  you  late  once  again  to  your  creative  writing  lecture  located  all  the  way  on  the  other  side  of  campus .   oh  ,   and  let’s  not  forget  :   you  were  the  latest  victim  in  the  downpour  that  seemingly  followed  you  everywhere  you  went  ,   as  if  it  were  the  cloud’s  personal  vendetta  to  thoroughly  soak  through  your  tattered  converse  and  that  old  ,   navy  blue  sweatshirt  to  the  point  where  you  looked  more  like  a  wet  puppy  than  an  actual  human  being  right  then .   so  yeah  ,   today  fucking  sucked     (   and  the  soaring  tidal  wave  of  scummy  street  water  splashing  onto  your  back  from  the  tires  of  the  latest  passing  car  was  simply  the  icing  on  the  cake  for  the  single  worst  monday  to  go  down  in  the  history  of  mondays   ) .   could  it  even  possibly  get  worse ?
          SEE  ,   THE  THING  ABOUT  BILL   .  .  .   HE  IS  ALWAYS  SO  FUCKING  NICE .   so  much  so  that  you  wonder  if  you  even  deserve  it .   your  disgustingly  sopping  shoes  were  dripping  onto  the  carpet  of  his  welcome  mat  upon  your  late  arrival  to  his  apartment     (   again  ,   fuck  this  monday  in  particular  ,   thank  you  very  much   )     and  while  you  half  expected  to  be  turned  away  from  the  inconvenience  of  it  all  ,   bill  did  the  opposite .   @racointeur  was  practically  dragging  you  inside  ,   much  to  your  own  surprise  ,   the  continued  domino  effect  of  this  very  bad  ,   very  horrible  day  seemingly  stopping  in  its  tracks  the  moment  you  crossed  the  threshold .   now  ,   with  your  sodden  clothing  left  to  dry  and  your  gangly  limbs  adorning  a  pair  of  bill’s  soft  ,   flannel  pajamas  and  some  t - shirt  of  a  band  you  hardly  recognize  ,   you  quickly  come  to  realize  just  how  much  you  fucking  needed  this  fleeting  moment  of  kindness .   for  someone  to  actually  look  at  you  and  decide  right  there  that  you  are  worthy  enough  to  be  cared  for .   and  bill  gave  that  to  you  so  fucking  effortlessly  that  you’re  a  little  too  stunned  to  even  move  ,   let  alone  speak .   luckily  for  you  ,   bill  beats  you  to  it .
why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .
          IT  TAKES  YOU  BY  SURPRISE  ,   AT  FIRST .   the  soft  baritone  of  his  voice  hovering  just  barely  above  the  whisper  of  the  television .   the  way  you  can  practically  feel  the  warmth  radiating  from  him  ,   such  proximity  setting  alight  a  swarm  of  butterflies  fluttering  incessantly  beneath  ribcage .   can  he  feel  it  ,   too ?   the  same  prickling  feeling  ghosting  along  fingers  ,   itching  to  reach  out  to  touch ?   the  twisting  of  your  body  allows  the  contact  for  you  ,   knee  brushing  lightly  against  his  ,   and  your  breath  catches  despite  yourself .   bill  looks  to  you  with  a  gentle  sense  of  finality  ,   as  if  his  mind  has  already  been  decided  ,   and  the  inside  of  your  stomach  melts  into  something  syrupy  and  sweet  at  the  sight .   he  wants  you  to  stay .   you .   mike  wheeler .   the  absolute  disaster  of  a  human  who’s  too  tall  and  too  lanky  for  these  borrowed  clothes  and  whose  rats  nest  of  curls  are  matted  beyond  repair  and  who  was  definitely  snort - laughing  a  little  too  loudly  at  some  of  the  scenes  to  this  movie  ,   and  you  really  wonder  what  it  is  that  he  fucking  sees  in  you  to  want  to  keep  you  around .   the  sheer  realization  has  you  flushing  beneath  his  scrutiny  ,   and  you’re  silently  grateful  for  the  low  light  so  that  he  may  not  see  the  darkening  blush  blooming  atop  the  dusting  of  freckles .
          “     NO !   -----   no  ,   i  mean  ,   like   ---   i  don’t  want  to  like  intrude  ,   or  anything .   that’s  all .     ”          arms  stretch  awkwardly  out  in  front  of  you  ,   shoulders  rising  all  the  way  to  your  ears  as  if  to  stave  off  the  sudden  rush  of  embarrassment  tingling  beneath  your  skin .   fidgeting  with  the  woolen  hem  of  the  blanket  ,   a  gentle  smile  begins  to  show  itself  as  you  sink  back  into  cushions  of  the  couch  ,   swallowing  lightly .   perhaps  this  awful  day  didn’t  have  to  stay  that  way .          “     besides  ,   i  could  totally  take  the  couch .   it’s  fine .     ”
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writesghosts · 1 year
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the losers meeting during the 27 year memory gap is something i need like water
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