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[hoe-for-daddywise]

Some behind the scenes for you.

You’ll float too 🎈

[dm-eddie]

“He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he sees the ghost.“

[dm-eddie]

[knightwayne]

if we stick together, all of us, we’ll win

[fisthrusta]

“ many westerns use a stock plot of depicting a crime, then showing the pursuit of the wrongdoer, ending in revenge and retribution, which is often dispensed through a shootout or quick-draw duel. ”

[beatdevils-a]

bill vc :  👁👄👁 

[fisthrusta]

things that i take from the it movie:

- the layout of bill’s room / the denbrough house as a whole - bill having a hamster (mr. cheeks / cheeks) - some of bill’s mannerisms - that one scene where he’s yelling into the sewer - that one scene at the quarry isn’t bad, i like the idea of the losers hanging out and going swimming - ??? that might be it ???

[stanrichie]

Maybe we can make some new memories

[beatdevils-a]

BILL IN THE VOID / EARLY .

[starcatching]

#me logging onto tumblr dot com

[fisthrusta]

out of all of his books, the black rapids is probably the one that resembles his childhood the most.  it’s his second novel, but also probably his most popular novel, and was the first one to be made into a movie.

[fisthrusta]

“ let’s  see  you  come  out  now,  you  fucker! ”   bill  kicked  wildly  at  the  heap  of  pompoms  that  had  spilled  out  of  the  refrigerator.   he  turned  away  and  began  to  walk  back  toward  them,  his  head  down.  he  seemed  not  to  feel  the  hail,  although  it  now  covered  the  ground  like  snow.

he  blundered  into  the  bushes ,  and  stan  had  to  grab  his  arm  to  keep  him  from  going  into  the  prickerbushes.  he  was  crying.

“ that’s  okay,  bill, ”   ben  said,  putting  a  clumsy  arm  around  him.

“ yeah, ”   richie  said.  “ don’t  worry.   we’re  not  gonna  chicken  out. ”   he  stared  around  at  them,  his  eyes  looking  wildly  out  of  his  wet  face.   “ is  there  anyone  here  who’s  gonna  chicken  out? ”

they  shook  their  heads.

bill  looked  up,  wiping  his  eyes.   they  were  all  soaked  to  the  skin  and  looked  like  a  litter  of  pups  that  had  just  forded  a  river.   “ ih-it’s  scuh-scuh-hared  of  u-u-us,  you  know, ”   he  said.   “ i  can  fuh-feel  that.   i  swear  to  guh-god  i  c-c-can.”

bev  nodded  soberly.   “ i  think  you’re  right. ”

“ h-h-help  me, ”  bill  said.  “ p-p-pl-please.  h-h-help   m-m-me. ”

[fisthrusta]

bill  can  play  piano,   and  he  can  play  piano  well.   his  mother  started  teaching  him  when  he  was  four  and  from  then  on  he  practiced  for  an  hour  a  day  every  day.   he’s  by  no  means  a  prodigy,  but  he  is  good.  however,  he  stops  playing  completely  after  george’s  death.   no  one  in  the  house  touches  the  piano  after  that.

[beatdevils-a]

THE   BLACK   RAPIDS       –––––       a    novel   by   william   arthur   denbrough 

[fisthrusta]

“  bill  was  good.   it  was  stupid  to  think  such  a  thing   (  he  did  not,  in  fact,  precisely  think  it;  he  felt  it  ),   but  there  it  was.   goodness  and  strength  seemed  to  radiate  from  bill.   he  was  like  a  knight  in  an  old  movie,   a  movie  that  was  corny  but  still  had  the  power  to  make  you  cry  and  cheer  and  clap  at  the  end.   strong  and  good.   ”

[thatpinkmustache]

don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that