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IT  ALWAYS  STARTS  WITH  YOU  SAYING  :  I  AM  DOING  SOMETHING  RIGHT .         (   ind.  /   priv.   /  highly  sel.  henry bowers  from  stephen  king’s  IT.   written  by  ivy. )

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a huff of breath ! victor criss can be seen clenching pale fists , a substitute for the screams that threatened to erupt from his throat. ' henry . . . henry stop it. ' HE WOULD NOT LISTEN , you knew.

* KILL THEM ALL   !      this is a polarizing out of body experience.    phantom puppet strings  loop tight around your limbs  ,  each movement under wicked spell from someone     (   something  )    stronger than you could ever hope to be.    this is your moment   ,   henry.    voices whisper to you   ,   emitting from gritted television speakers.    they have burrowed into your brain    /   they own you now   ! 

you serve only one god   ,   in blazing august heat.    under the burning of the sun   ,   you are the prophet.    graced on earth   ,   baptized in your father’s blood   ,   brandishing cold silver in dominant right hand.    they must kneel in worship or pay in blood.     PROPHET   /   EXECUTIONER.       no one stands in the way anymore.

thick lines of sweat bead on the threshold of his forehead.    crimson spatter uneven and sweet along the face.    my father   ,   you have spent your life inflicting my pain and laughing at it.    everything i am traces back to you   ,   and every ounce of suffering i have ever experienced is at your hands.    you were what i feared most.     i have killed my only fear.     it is time for me to relish in your suffering now.    you deserved to die by my hand   !

step back into the warmth of the day   ,   cast attention over.    two bodies   ,   disloyal servants   ,   they do not have the courage to follow your movements like they should     (  like they did before you were like this. )    this buck knife has never felt so cold in your hands.     it is belch who dies first.    GIVES HIS LIFE   ,   with bravery and kindness.    you cared too much   ,   boy.    i will cut your heart out and feed on it.

now leaves the blonde.    he is begging.    something macabre whispers with delightful levity.      ‘   he’s scared , henry - boy.    he’s real scared of you.    you like them scared   ?    you liked your dad when he was scared.   ‘    hands secure   ,   tighter and tighter.     ❛   don’t talk.    shh   ,   shh   ,   this’ll be over soon   ,   vic.    better place waitin’ for you.  ❜

words come and they do not sound like you.    can you see god in my eyes   ,   victor   ?    can you see where my true allegiance has lied   ?     it has never been with you.    devilish   ,   glinting metal severs pale skin along his throat   ,   stains , blends with the spatter on henry’s face.     and for a moment   ,   only a moment   ,   the creature relents.     letting his prophet see his carnage.

❛   i’m so sorry  ,   vic.     belch , too.    never wanted to do this to either of you.   ❜      blood of the father   /   blood of the servant   /   blood of the brother.     ❛   i’m so fucking sorry.   ❜

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whichever richie wrote this is automatically cancelled

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*  CHICKENSHIT

             ❛  WHAT THE HELL MAN         —- what’s your problem ?  ❜         @knifegifted​ / sc

❛     CAN’T MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS  .    ❜         sharp like the very blade that hangs loose in faded pockets  .       every word should carry the same power  .       nobody should be STUPID ENOUGH to fuck around like that  .        there’s nobody like you    ,    boy  .       nobody so cruel and careful  .       crudely  -  stitched atrocities  into a rag doll form  .        ��   ❛     are you actually looking for me to bleed you dry    ,    huh    ,    kid     ?      ❜

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* CHOKE  ,  BITCH   !

❝     NICE   JACKET  ,  PISS  SLIT .     ❞     and  she’s  genuine  !   REAL   NICE   ,   mindy  thinks .  it  would  undoubtly  look  better  on  her  shoulders  however ,  and  she  doesn’t  even  bother  to  second  guess  the  possibility  of  it  looking  otherwise .  PRETTY  IN  PINK  THAT  GIRL  -  only  problem  being  that  she  doesn’t  own  a  leather  jacket  of  similar  taste .  YET  .     ❝     gonna  let  me  try  it  on  ?     ❞

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❛    YOUR MOM THOUGHT SO TOO    ,    CUNT  .    ❜         bites back with nothing but steel.      wasted    ,    adolescent humor.       curls into less - than - genuine leather stained bubblegum pink    ,    crested eagles wings spread proudly ‘pon shoulder blades  .       PROUD AS YOU ARE  .       bold    ,    show — boating for the world to see  .       last person who opened their mouth about the jacket lost 4 teeth  .       (    could you take out her teeth  ?       probably not  .       the thought settles still   ;   it is terrifying how satisfying the idea of having her busted incisors in his palm is.    )          arms cross    ,    eyes roll    ,    expression rests on default dissatisfaction  .          ❛     fuck no  .          this thing’s priceless.         i don’t need cheap whore sweat in my leather    ,    thanks.    ❜

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ya stinky

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SPOTTING MANIPULATORS ONLINE.

in light of a lot of people feeling manipulated by a friend they trusted,  i thought it might be in everyone’s interest to list some of the signs to look out for   !   manipulation is an everyday thing   —   you’re not stupid for not realising and you are entirely justified in whatever anger or upset you may be feeling.   it is,  at its simplest,  a form of pure exploitation and you’ll find it’s sadly happened to more people in the tumblr roleplay community than you might think.

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anywayuuuuuuuuuuh i'm no longer associated with ginger / doleeta after the information that came to light

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#shane’s not so friendly with demons anymore

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LIAR  ,  LIAR   !

                ‘ don’t you have something better to be doing than bothering me, HENRY BOWERS? ’ kicking up dust with the toe of her shoe and flicking the ash from the end of her cigarette, exposing the crimson cherry at the very tip. someone smaller than you to be terrorizing?                            she nearly adds. instead she reclines back against the building’s cool brick face. blonde hair tumbles back over her shoulders and dark eyes roll in their sockets. the cigarette brought back to her lips for a DRAG. smoke is carried away on the wind; it dances with the tendrils of her hair and mingles with the fibers of her sweater ( she’ll reek of mentol by the time the end of day bell rings ). ‘ you wan’t a smoke or what?                            are you just gonna stand there all day? ’

❛    what   ?      company not good enough for you  ,  sweetheart   ?     ❜            hardly crushed  .       heart set only on one thing   ;   being a complete and utter bother wherever he possibly could  .       smirk plays at lips   ,   regurgitating cheap lines beaten over in his brain  .        (   ‘  hey , sweetheart   !     ‘       lecherous cry   ,   like artificial flavoring  .       so sweet   ,   so temporary  .       PERFECT DISTRACTION from the bitterness under the surface  .       the main drag of kansas street is mapped in your brain   ,   head poking from the window of the trans - am  .       ‘   why dontcha hop in here , baby   ?       we’ll give you a ride  .   ‘   )         you feel fake when you play your filthy games  .       predator after short skirts that you hate dearly  .        anything else is better than this  .       simply exist in the confines of this fake side of yourself  .       it is safe   ,   even if you loathe every moment of being in it  .       slick fingers serpentine out   ,   into her hair   ,   securing a piece and twirling it around his fingers  .       invades like poison  .       rot the nervous system    /    kill the heart   !          ❛    you offerin’    ?    ❜       he considers going pocket - diving for her pack   ,   but decides against it    ,    pulling his hand back away from her hair  .       ❛    i’ll take it   ,   babe  .   ❜

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Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message. 

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Send me messages as one of my muse's parents.

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Net neutrality censorship on this site

People are reporting deleted posts about net neutrality. You can click on #net neutrality tags but apparently you are unsubscribed from following that tag after 20 minutes. This tactic is likely due to how Verizon, the current owner of Tumblr, views net neutrality as a direct threat to profit growth. This is literally why net neutrality is important so BS like this can’t happen and rules of law can remain in place to offset it.

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FRESH STARTER CALL  !    im way too lazy to go find my old sc so here’s something fresh and new

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⭐️ leggo

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now    ,    in terms of actual role    ,    henry is a bullshit excuse for an older brother figure    ,    especially to jane    ,    who needs someone who’s not an  incompetent    ,    vulgar    ,    violent asshole.       this is    ,    for the most part    ,    a huge regret when it comes to his and jane’s paths ever crossing. 

he knows that    ,    above all    ,    she deserves better.       they both had their young lives ripped straight out from under them    ,    pawns and weapons for people bigger and stronger than them.       but jane    ,    she’s a marvel.       she figured out that you don’t have to be what they taught you to be    ,    and healthy middles between danger and care are important.       a lesson henry cannot learn.       he cannot afford to learn.

henry knows she deserves the world    ,    deserves an older brother figure that knows what he’s doing    ,    and that has learned lessons he can’t.       he does care for jane    ,    in the confusing and angry way he knows how to    ,    and he feels so much repressed guilt that he’ll end up just as bad as the people who hurt her.

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there was a bit more planning than it appeared when henry lost his knife than met the eye.      belch and patrick would have been more reliable to catch ben    ,    sure    ,    but there’s a reason that henry made sure that vic was the one to stay behind. 

he knew    ,    more than anything    ,    the carnage that would unfold if he went home    ,    without his father’s knife    ,    and how he couldn’t take that.      vic, despite being as whipped to henry’s command as any of the gang    ,    is reliable in ways that belch and patrick are not.       he knew    ,    better than anyone    ,    he would panic.       worse then    ,    it would become a full - scale breakdown.

he trusted vic to be the one to see his breakdowns    ,    more than he trusted anyone else.       he knew vic would know what to do.      he always did.