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Mike Hanlon is ten years old when he brings his first friend home, and William Hanlon, for all the trust he has in his son, can’t help but watch them through the slits of his kitchen blinds while exchanging curious looks with his wife.

Curious, for one, because it’s not just one friend; it’s six. Curious, for another, because of the strange way they move around each other—orbital and all knowing, like they’d been doing it for years before, and would do it for years to come.

It scares Will, quite frankly, and he guesses that fear shows on his face when Mike comes in for dinner that night, because he fixes him with a suspicious squint and says: “What, you don’t like my friends, daddy?”

Will manages a small chuckle and puts a hand on Mike’s shoulder, bending down to press a kiss to his head.

“They seem just fine to me, Mikey.”

And they do. They are loyal and kind—if a little loud—and unconditionally present in Mike’s life, until he turns fourteen.

And when Mike turns fourteen, his friends start moving away. Starting with Beverly Marsh, the girl with red hair and scraped up knees, who always tucks her dirty sneakers up by the front door and greets Will with a smile. Stanley Uris doesn’t leave for another year after that, but Ben Hanscom follows closely behind, and then it seems to happen all at once.

And none of them are easy—but none seem to hit Mike quite as hard as Bill Denbrough.

He is sixteen and comes home that day nothing short of inconsolable. And Will... doesn’t need to ask.

See, he can’t be sure, but he can guess, between the closed doors, the divided time, the proximity in which the stand, and the intensity in which they stand, that Mike loves Bill no more than any of the others, but perhaps differently—different, in a way he has an even harder time letting go of.

This is one of the few times in Will’s life that he feels hopelessly and inadequately like just Mike’s father, where all he can do is wrap his arms around his son and hold him until he tires himself out with the crying and falls asleep.

Because what he can be sure of is that the fear he had—the fear he once thought was other-worldly and ominous and certain for death—was only for moments like this; a quiet-again house, and a hurting son.

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EDS I'M GONNA CRY---

maggie bought herself carebears when they first came out, keeping them on a shelf until richie and eddie noticed them. they became infatuated with them, loving how soft and comforting they were. maggie eventually gives eddie one (wish bear) because “i know hes your favorite :)” n that becomes one of eddies biggest comfort items, constantly remimding him of the nice, warm, comforting woman.

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@beetlejuwuce

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comfort

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stealing this from twitter 🙈 but. if u were a fictional character what would ppl think of u?

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I’d rather die than ask a crush if they like me tf

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bi(g) bill :]!

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Yes!!!

let him happy flap!

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I made a thing...

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Me watching Eddie and Stan die:

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anyways can we start recognizing adhd as an actual and serious disorder that

can affect on functioning in every day life so badly that it interferes with taking care of very basic human needs

is not 10 yrs old white boy exclusive disorder

is not a fake disorder created to benefit medicine companies

definitely should not be reduced to “kid who cant sit still and wont stop screaming” stereotypes because adhd has a whole fuckton of symptoms ranging from serious memory issues to fine motor control difficulties

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hi im eddie :]! my pronouns r he/him!

aes sideblog is @cutphonelines !

read the link im my bio or else. 🔫🔪

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can y’all STOP being transphobic towards nb people for 5 fucking seconds please it’s literally such an easy concept to grasp and yet y’all will do anything to convince yourselves that it’s either something it’s not, or it can’t possibly exist like please just.

- nb people can use whatever pronouns they want

- they can dress however they want

- they can date whoever they want (and their partner can be any sexuality as long as the nb person is comfortable)

- they can call themselves whatever identity they want

ITS. SO. SIMPLE.

respect all non binary people and their identities or get stabbed