#gentlehe

[huntedvideo]

                    ‘ i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water... lord, i worry that love is violence, ’     @gentlehe.

[taughtbalance]

your boyfriend is not an extension of your arm, you two can be apart for like 5 seCONDS

"jokes on you, hanscom. i superglued our pinkies together while we were sleeping, so he actually IS an extension of my arm and we can't be apart for five seconds."

[huntedvideo]

✿ :*

pre established relationship meme.

friendship.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence  / [ your muse ] is the bad influence  / [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  / opposites attract  /  ride or die  / frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  / penpals  /  exes to friends  / enemies to friends  /  other.

romance.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  / exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  / friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  / other.

familial.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other. found family baybee.

antagonistic.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  / rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies /  exes turned enemies  /  other.

[oathfeared]

did  he,  though?  hand  rose  up  to  his  face  and  his  fingers  touched  at  the  blood  that  had  begun  to  run  from  his  nose  and  he  realized  how  bad  his  hand  was  shaking.  "you  don't  have  to  say  that,  ben.  i  know  what  i  did  and  almost  didn't  do."  stan  shifted  in  his  chair  and  sucked  in  a  heavy  breath.  "i  knew  it  was  back  before  mike  even  began  the  calls,  ben.  how  do  i  explain  that  without  sounding  like  i  lied  to  everyone?  how  do  i  even  begin  to  wrap  my  head  around  that?    and  i  almost  just  let  it  take  me  before  ever  coming  back."  there  was  a  level  of  anger  in  his  voice,  a  heat  that  was  almost  able  to  be  touched.  "i've  always  been  the  weakest  of  us.  my  hardest  isn't  exactly  good  enough,  not  when  you  all  were  always  so  much  stronger  --"  he  trailed  off  and  fingertips  soon  pressed  under  his  glasses  and  against  his  eyes.

stan  was  just  so  tired.  

he  always  remembered  something  about  this  place,  even  after  he  left.  at  least  to  a  certain  extent.  but...  but  being  there  was  a  whole  new  beast  and  it  was  almost  exhausting.  his  mother  had  gotten  him  out  of  this  place  as  soon  as  she  could  and  let  his  dad  choose  where  he  wanted  to  be,  and  honestly  he  never  thought  of  this  place  again.  at  least  not  voluntarily.  

finally,  stan  smiled  and  looked  up  at  ben,  who  he  considered  one  of  his  best  friends.  "thank  you."  he  finally  said,  and  he  felt  a  pricking  of  tears  behind  his  eyes.  "for  letting  me  feel  like  i  didn't  fail  you  all."  head  fell  again  and  his  hands  dropped  and  fingers  now  pressed  into  the  bandage  at  his  left  wrist  where  the  wound  was  still  fresh  and  the  tears  finally  slipped  his  eyes  and  fell  down  his  cheeks.  

@gentlehe​ - “i know you tried your hardest. i know that you meant well.”

[writesghosts01]

❝       it’s  a  really  great  place    ,    ben    .           ❞       even  after  the  tour    ,    he’s  still  staring  around  with  open  admiration    ;    but  that’s  been  something  that  has  always  come  easy  around  ben    .    hands  finding  purchase  in  his  pockets    ,    he  can’t  help  but  offer  a  small  teasing  grin  that   holds  only  a  shadow  of  witfulness     .    ❝        you  build  this  one  on  your  own  too    ?       ❞       /       @gentlehe

[oathfeared-mov]

the  words  echoed  in  his  head  with  the  same  intensity  they  had  twenty  -  seven  years  ago  when  ben  had  uttered  the  same  exact  thing  to  him  and  stan  would  have  the  same  response  now  as  he  did  back  then.  after  a  moment,  he  blinked  away  the  memory  of  the  house  on  neibolt  street  where  he  had  nearly  died  to  IT.  where  he  received  the  scars  he  held  to  this  very  day.  

it  took  a  moment  for  stan  to  answer  as  he  looked  up  from  where  he  sat  in  what  was  left  of  their  clubhouse.  it  had  been  a  lot  for  stan,  even  before  he  decided  to  come  back.  the  fact  that  he  almost  died  because  he  thought  himself  too  weak  to  help  them  and  now  he  was  faced  with  nightmares  he  thought  he  had  ran  away  from.  

he  didn't  really  think  he  expected  anything  different.

"i'm  okay,  ben.  really.  i  just  need  a  minute  and  then  i'll  be  up."  a  soft  smile  curled  his  lips  as  he  wrung  the  shower cap  between  his  hands.  the  shaking  that  began  was  hard  to  hide  and  his  words,  while  strong  and  firm  trembled  when  they  fell  from  his  lips.  "you  said  the  same  thing  twenty  -  seven  years  ago,  you  know.  and  i  appreciate  it  as  much  now  as  i  did  then.  i  just  wanted  you  to  know  that."

@gentlehe​​ said:   “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.”

[clownkilled]

                                       he’s climbing down through the hatch one sneakered step at a time. it was a cool place ; ben did a great job, and even though richie hadn’t outright said that — he couldn’t give any of the losers too big of an ego — he liked to think he showed it through his actions. between his teeth, richie holds two comic books. they’re transferred to his hands when he finally touches down on the dirt floor of the clubhouse. he yelps a bit when he turns to see ben already down there. ‘ jesus fuck, benjamin, you can’t just sit in dark corners like that and wait for us to come down here, you look like a supervillain! ’ catching his breath, richie runs and jumps into the hammock, getting comfortable before he glances back at his friend. ‘ you’re not doing anything inappropriate down here, are you? ’ richie pushes up his glasses. ‘ actually, don’t answer that, i don’t wanna know, ’     @gentlehe​.

[clownkilled]

                      imagine the worst possible thing that could happen, and then make it ten times more fucked up. richie didn’t want to go back to derry. even if he didn’t remember all the bad stuff that happened until he stepped foot back into the small and bigoted town, the fear and loathing came up at the name alone. whiskey would help, right? alcohol has been a savior for richie time and time again. it waned how afraid he was, jumbled his memories enough that he could forget again, just for a moment. 

he’s staring into the amber liquid when ben settles across from him. richie sits up a bit straighter, brows raising at the other man. he looks so different. he’s changed the most. richie, himself, hadn’t changed much. yet another disappointing realization upon their return. ‘ i was serious. about the whole hot thing, ’ he holds his glass up, pointing one finger at ben before downing the rest of his drink. the bottle he stole from the inn’s abandoned bar lingers closely on the table. he’d pour himself another in a second. ‘ botox, or what? you can tell me, benjamin. my mouth is fuckin’ huge, but i know how to keep a secret, ’     @gentlehe​.