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mike & richie fighting bowers

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I’m still dead as fuck over the part where Bill and Bev were talking and it showed Ben and Mike low key stewing in the background in their jealousy and reddie was just giving no fucks having their own damn conversation 💀

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LIIIIIKE he really came for my whole life with that post i’m STILL SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT WTF

EXCUSE ME

But did Isaiah Mustafa make a whole ass man crush monday post dedicated to James McAvoy ... I MEAN SAME—

BUT MY HANBROUGH HEART IS SCREAMING RN ALSKSKSKSKKS WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT

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why are we still here? just to suffer? every day im shuffling

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Isaiah Mustafa said Hanbrough rights! (x)

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yo holy shit that last hanbrough bookish husbands headcanon post I made is at 160 notes. I'm fucking floored. the hanbrough appreciation is warming my little heart!!!!

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Peep how they focused on hanbrough and benverly hand holding 👀

That’s because hanbrough is CANON, GODDAMNIT

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did bill divorce his wife at the end or did she just disappear

going off what the movie showed us: i have literally no idea

going off what my heart tells me: they got a divorce and bill now lives happily married with mike in florida

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ ♡

😍😍😍 ILY!!! this made my day, you’re so sweeeeet!!! 

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not to be a dumb sentimental binch on main, but...every time i see the Hanbrough Forehead Touch in increasingly higher quality gifs on my dash, i cry quietly whilst staring at the glaring blue light of my laptop screen and suddenly the world feels like a gentler place

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I like the idea that Mike (a librarian) and Bill (an author) start sending one another book recommendations and excerpts from their favorite pieces of literature. Passages from the classics sent over text, pictures of modern novel pages delivered via email, hours spent on the phone switching between talking about how their days went and whether anything on the NYT bestseller list is worth reading.

I adore the idea that they’re both a little bit obsessed with old and antique books. Whenever they meet up in various cities around the U.S. as Mike continues his long-belated road trip and Bill meets up with him in random towns because he can and he wants to, they manage to find some small, independent bookstore or a quiet, little library tucked away in the shadiest corner of the city and spend hours going through the collection of novels and poetry books and plays. Bill sneezes a bit from the dust, and Mike just breathes in that mildewy old book smell like it’s home, like it’s one of the only memories worth keeping from his time in Derry.

And then his fingers brush against Bill’s while they turn the pages of some years-old, well-loved copy of James Baldwin’s Jimmy’s Blues and Other Poems somewhere in the mid-west. They both pause on “Guilt, Desire and Love” like something in them just needs to stop, like the title hits maybe a little bit close to home as Bill’s clear, blue eyes flicker between the letters on the page and Mike’s open, vulnerable face.

Mike leans in just a bit closer into Bill’s space, presses himself up against Bill’s side with soft, affectionate intention as they continue browsing through the stacks until the sun is setting and the library’s closing and Bill’s lips finally find his own across the center console of Mike’s parked car before they head back toward the trendy little bed and breakfast at the edge of town.

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bike night…

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champagne and orange juice really is the nectar of the gods......

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I LOVE THESE SOFT BOYFRIENDS

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Go get them, Mikey.

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pov: ur a jade of orient waitress while mike hanlon and his gay friends are on an acid trip and u just wanted that 25% tip