yeah stephen king is a clown but whenever i think about “‘maybe there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. maybe worth dying for too, if that's what has to be. no good friends. no bad friends. only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart” i lose my fucking mind
doodledump : That chaotic time between high school graduation and college where you just taste test freedom* :) reddie rents a trailer - Richie corrects Eddie every time he calls them trailer trash with “trailer treasures, my dear boy, we are thriving” and Eddie goes “Richie you are SO fucking dehydrated.”
do you guys think mike read bill’s books and saw himself in them? saw the people he loved in them? like. mike reading bill’s books and finding familiar things: a character who watches birds, a character who talks in voices, a brave character with red hair and a gentle touch. it’s a game; where can he find eddie? where can he find ben? where can he find himself? on year twelve, fifteen years before mike gets to see everyone again, bill publishes a book about a group of friends, one of whom is a gentle shepherd. mike cries all night. he reads that book over and over and over.
he reads bill’s books and they’re terrifying, of course, but they’re also so indescribably bill. so full of love and courage: everyone always fights the monster, even though the characters don’t always win. even though they almost never win. the books feel like home even while they’re horrifying, maybe especially because they’re horrifying.
Reddie coffee shop AU where barista Richie instantly has a crush on the beautiful little angry man that comes in and is like “congratulations! you’re the 87th customer of the day, your coffee’s on the house” bc he doesn’t know how to flirt and he does it every single time Eddie comes in with a new random number until one day Eddie finally snaps and gets all pissed like “dude, you’ve been giving me free coffee every day for three weeks, when are you gonna write your number on my cup so I can ask you out?” because Eddie also doesn’t know how to flirt
I wanted to draw the clubhouse for so long, for months!!! I think it’s a real save place for the Losers and I love thinking about this haha.
Reddie reading comics together and laughing till it’s dark outside, Benverly just talking about poetry till it’s time to go home and Bill reading his story ideas out loud to the others who love listening to him, but Mike is really trying to help and is honest with him about his endings and Stan points out what Bill could add to go more into detail because he loves to know everything about it.