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there's a literal con in my city rn that's dedicated to cute things guys 🙏

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Dreamcatcher baby boys!! ☝️✨🌲👽

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"It didn’t put an end to me as a person. I think… it gave me a basis for comparison, finding out you could still exist inside the pain, in spite of the pain.”

#FEARINFECTED ... independent, private & selective EDDIE KASPBRAK of stephen king's IT. written by danni. est. sep 19, revamped mar 24.

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𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳𝙱𝙰𝙸𝚃 ; the "bait" comes in many shapes and sizes, but it is usually intentionally misleading and/or crassly provocative. clicking will inevitably cause disappointment . . .

mutuals only multimuse featuring characters from television, movies, video games, books, and theater . . .

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jonesy said i can excuse making fun of your OCD but i draw the line at making henry the butt of your joke

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❝ make me -  ❞

❝ wait,   ❞ his face falls slightly, eyebrows raised. ❝ what's that s'pposed to mean ? henry went to harvard -  ❞

❝ HARVARD, EDWARD.   ❞

It didn't take a genius to know that Jonesy wasn't exactly being serious, the condescending gesture mixed with the overly soft wording lending fuel to the fire that was surely building in Eddie's chest. He hated how easily such things affected him, but by God he couldn't stop it now.

"Look, just shut up and stop being a dick," he responded, a flash of agitation reflecting in his gaze. "And even if I did want to talk to someone, its not gonna be Henry fucking Devlin, all right? So just... shut up."

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i had a funeral to attend over the weekend, I'll be here for replies today or tomorrow.

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dreamcatcher (2001), by stephen king

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jonesy had been a deeply lonely child & he'd grown into a deeply lonely adult. the majority of his childhood had been spent in his own head and locked in front of the television, a lifetime of experiences between the meager hours he spent with his parents; when they were home, they were exhausted and bereft of personality or will. the walking dead. when he was alone, it was better.

still. he always wanted a family, even if he's never wanted to be married - jonesy just wanted children. he wasn't even picky about what they turned out to be, who they became: he just didn't want to be alone. he wanted to give his kid the childhood he never got. and he would.

the gang had lulled him into a false sense of security for way too long, had made him content. he would be the first to admit that life had been good when it was just the four five of them and it seemed, at least to himself, that their summer's were unending and warm and nothing compared to the evening's they spent in the beaver's dad's cabin, surrounded by that musty, earthy smell; surrounded by one another, sleeping in a pile like puppies in front of the fire place. there was nothing like it. jonesy's never been more at peace with himself when he's with his boys.

if it was just them for the rest of their lives, jonesy wouldn't need a family at all. but they were separated in more ways than one and one cabin getaway four times a year wasn't enough for him anymore; he needed more.

jonesy's heart pulls at him as he watches beav have his meltdown, the familiar sneer in his top lip bringing a smile to his own mouth. he grins, taking the other tie so he could throw it over his shoulder. it was like he was seeing beav through the line again, the boy he once was; the man he is now.

❝  don't be jealous, man, you know you're my number one girl.   ❞ reaching out to place his hands over his shoulder's, jonesy squeezes them and comes up behind, softly smiling into the mirror.

❝  listen,   ❞ he starts, shaking beaver back and forth. ❝  when we get divorced, i'll make sure to ask for full custody of you and the boys, don't worry. mommy isn't taking you away from me.   ❞

a beat. he considers sucking on his finger and putting it in his ear. but he's an adult now. he's above those games. jonesy eyes beaver's ear anyway, debating.

❝  one drink. i want you on pete duty, make sure he order no more than three. don't look at me like that, you know his three is your one.   ❞

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There was a pleasantry in being friends for so long and Beaver knew he should be grateful for it, but like hell did he want to meet someone new. Was he happy for Jonesy? Always, yeah. Of course. But marriage was a joke and he knew it first hand. He didn't want to rain on his friend's parade, but it was hard to find the excitement in meeting the person about to tie the professor down. He knew that no matter what happened: it wasn't going to work and he was sure the others would agree with him if they were there. Fuck, why couldn't they be there? Henry would handle this all so much better-- even Pete had the charming ability to win over anyone. What did Beaver have except an addiction to chewing toothpicks and the start of a drinking binge. Had to be careful or he'd turn into Pete.

"Oh come on," Beaver practically whines the short set of words, slouching his shoulders as he looks at the ties being presented to him. One in each hand as if being displayed by a salesclerk at the store. It would be laughable if it weren't for the fact he hated wearing suits. Not that he was in a fully suit, but the slacks? The nice shoes? The button down? The last time he had gotten this dressed up was for some charity auction Clarendon Construction had been involved in.

He huffs but takes hold of the blue and white pinstripe one so he can step over to the mirror nearby. He swings the fabric around his neck, grumbling under his breath as he works towards tying it. He may not wear them often, but his mother would roll in her grave if he forgot how to tie one. As he's tying it he's complaining, shooting his words in Jonesy's direction, "Bitch in a buzzsaw, Jonesy-- no fucking pressure. Acting like you're signing yourself away for the rest of your liiiife... oh wait. You are!" He scoffs a sound, brow furrowing as he keeps his eyes on the knot he's working into the tie, "Look, I'll be on my best shit eating grin behavior one can muster, but I'm ordering a drink with dinner."

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PENNY SIOPIS   

South African, b. 1953  

Warm Waters 71, 2018/19 

Glue, ink and oil on paper  29.5 x 23 cm.

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”are you still talking? There isn't anyway to stop your talking?” // younger verse

❝    - said i can go as aladdin sane this year, but my dad was all, ' no son of mine is growin' his hair out like a sissy and walkin' round the neighborhood in a leotard ' so i'm goin' to just go as major tom again. which is probably better anyway, 'cause last year my pillow case got too full and we all used my helme -   ❞

”are you still talking? There isn't anyway to stop your talking?”

jones stops, swiveling his head so fast that he'd probably break it if it was any faster.

❝  bite my bag, beverly marsh.   ❞

the balled up sweatshirt under his head is promptly balled up tighter, sized up, before he throws it in her direction; not all that interested to see if it hits her. jonesy sighs, crossing his arms. ❝    if it's so boring here, why don't you go back to your clubhouse and stop bothering us ?   ❞

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Visceral oil on canvas paintings by Kim Jakobsson

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” I saw a whole other future I cant stop seeing.” // older verse

❝   it was just a dream, bev.   ❞

dream or not, the bereft look in her glassy eyes runs him through; loosening the binds of his, normally, reserved disposition on such matters. he knows better than most the power that one's psyche had over their heart. he feels foolish saying it, but - he feels foolish not saying it. jonesy sighs gently, delicately taking a strand of beverly's hair so that he could tentatively tuck it behind her ear.

❝    was i there ?   ❞ comes the whisper after a moment, his green eyes searching the pale expanse of her shoulder.

❝    was it awful ? you were whimpering.   ❞

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Dreamcatcher (2003) dir. Lawrence Kasdan

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tell me why my partner said i couldn't go outside because they know I'll stare directly into the sun 🧍‍♂️

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without his cohorts, jonesy was nothing. he was reedy and awkward and there were no girls his age that had ever given him the time of day, but he knows brianna and that's pretty much the start of being friends, wasn't it ? besides, she hung around with eddie and eddie's birthday was after his so maybe the fact that he was in a younger grade didn't mean much when it was summer time.

at her retort, the assumption seems to pull him out of his stupor. he raises his chin, eyebrows furrowing. ❝    no. i was going to say girls. girls don't come down here.   ❞

❝  last i checked, i'm ginger too. ❞

BRIANNA MARSH. she watched him, emerald hues narrowed slightly as she folded her arms over her chest, staring at him as he stumbled over his words. she had even spotted the blush that bloomed across his cheeks, rolling her eyes. she had noticed him look at them, at both of them, but she never really said anything because she wasn't going to start anything during school hours. now that school had been out for about a week now, she was able to say something about it. ❝ ---- you were going to say gingers weren't you? ❞ she asked, sneering the word gingers when she said it.