#distraughtdenbrough

[withoutstutter-blog]

                                                     NOBODY  LISTENS  TO  US ,  NOBODY  LISTENS !!                                  THEY  NEVER  LISTEN  TO  US  ,  BUT  NOW  YOU’RE  GONNA  LISTEN  !!                                           ‘CAUSE  IT’S  TIME  YOU  HEARD  OUR  SIDE  OF  THE  STORY . 

[wanderderry-blog]

  “YOU KNOW,  I ALMOST  got a skateboard for christmas.  almost.”  taking a drag on her cigarette as she WATCHES  will skate,  their board clattering as they attempted new tricks.   rocky was content to just watch --   she didn’t want a broken wrist or ankle or anything that’d prevent her from her  DAILY ROUTINE. plus,   will was pretty good at it.  she could admire that.   ( she also didn’t mention the fact that her parents kicking her out of the house is what prevented her from getting that  skateboard. no use going through that story.  )      “c’est la vie,   though.  i like watching you better.”  a smile played on her lips as she smoked.  “less effort.” 

@distraughtdenbrough

[deliciousfear-moved]

@distraughtdenbrough ;; closed. 

         He smelled like the other one, like Georgie, but it wasn’t. IT slinks closer, hues trained on the boy. “WHO... are you.” IT spoke in a low strained voice, filled with confusion possibly slight annoyance. WHY did there have to be another one? IT was mostly hidden by darkness, bits of IT’s face and clown suit were visible not not ALL of IT.

[theirproject-a-blog]

                     SHE’S STANDING IN FRONT  of the mirror, not really sure how she feels about her costume. they had all picked it out for her, but it made her nervous. what if they hated it and decided they didn’t want her around anymore ? what if they did it to be mean - she had seen girls do it to other girls before, why was this different ? she takes a deep breath and turns to poke her head out the door. she needed someone’s opinion that she trusts. “ will. “ / / @distraughtdenbrough ;; sc

[ssbill]

“You really scared me, if that’s what you wanted. Is that what you wanted?” -distraughtdenbrough

Bill’s been hit before. 

He’s felt the impact of a fist in his face, in his gut - other places that aren’t as significant but still hurt.

But this ugly little sentence, thrown away with vicious little snarl to its name, lodges deeper than any well-placed knuckle. He feels that he could be thrown backwards just from the force of it, the vibration it brings to his rib cage and the hollow, worn out emptiness it enables in his innards like he hadn’t eaten for days then thrown a rock into that pit.

“Yuh-yuh-yu….y…” Red faced, half-spitting. Pinched and angry. Insulted. His fists are at his side and they’re pale with the rest of his words. Get it out, Bill. Say what you mean, Bill. Cat got your tongue, Bill? Won’t give it back? Boohoo. “…You th-thu-thuthu-th…ink I wuh-wuh-would do ss…something like th-aaat?” His face has learned contortion: screwed up and sad, dented eyebrows from anger, upset. “Luh-ly-ly-like this?” Shoulders get slumped and will gets weak. 

He wants to burrow into the space of his brother and hug him, comfort him, confirm with him that he is so, so grossly wrong in all of this. Wonders if his twin’s heart is still racing, like Bill’s is - at just being accused. 

Maybe, a long time ago, Bill would have done it as a joke in the same way Georgie would hide under tables, beds, and chairs to make them look, look, and find. A little jump out, a little turn and scream. But not something like this. This was too serious and too wrong. Something was creeping after them in the lost shadows, grinning white in the inky blackness that surrounded it, and had drawn them into it.

But Bill didn’t want to let it go back from wence it came, to mull over its next move and who to suck clean the chewed bones of next. There would be a last, and Bill would ensure that. Following it down a hall and down some stairs to ensure that - he hadn’t meant to scare Will. His mind and his body wanted vengeance, and receiving that beautiful glory would come in steps: one of them being to know thy enemy.

His soul was sorry to have worried Will, but necessity tended to come in strange orders. 

“I ha....ha.....had to fuh-fuhll..ow it.” A pinched expression - remembrance. “I couldn’t l....et it guh-go.”

[trashvoiced-blog]

“ I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you choke on it. “ -distraughtdenbrough

          ❛  I’m really not appreciating the HOSTILITY, Willy.  ❜ He’s always found it vaguely INTIMIDATING whenever any of the Denbrough family gets angry with him, but it’s easiest to make it into a joke than to take it seriously. ❛  Hey - I’ve got an angry Willy on my hands. Get it?  ❜

                                                              @distraughtdenbrough | IT gc sentence starters

[thegirlthathidherfear]

Violet: I want give Will my skateboard

Me: Wait why?

Violet: Because I just do okay.

Me: um but no

Violet: Oh okay *pouts*