#itkeeper

[oathmade]

Mike Hanlon and Bill Denbrough riding Silver through Derry while The Way You Do the Things You Do by The Temptations plays in the background.

[adfectusdeperditus]

THIS IS A FUCKIN CALLOUT POST FOR @itkeeper.

is so friendly

loves mike hanlon so much

WONT FUCKIN STOP REBLOGGING THAT DAMN SPRING AWAKENING POST THAT HURTS MY HEART.

they’re officially on my LIST, FAM.

[notrealenoughfor]

geoff .... this is very important .... bill and mike name their first adopted baby georgie

bill and mike name their first baby georgie + whatever mike’s dad’s name. xo :’)

[ohvnger-blog]

@itkeeper replied to your post: au idea: it is an otherworldly entity who feeds on...

HEY UH GOOD CONCEPT

that means henry is still dead tho    

maybe not right off the bat. i think his dad would get offed and then henry would be given a chance at redemption before he was deemed a worthy meal

[oathmade]

bill  denbrough  aes. 011.  with  mike  hanlon.  for  @itkeeper

[oathmade]

          this  is  the  best  scene  in  the  miniseries  !!  they  gave  us  this  !!

[notrealenoughfor]

ok so their first bab is georgie (the year their son turns eight, the age bill's brother never got to be, is probably real hard sob), their second is a girl named jessica after mike's mom, and the third is another boy named will after mike's dad, thanks for coming to my ted talk,

on george’s eighth birthday, mike takes home a cake for his son’s birthday, not realizing that seeing the words ‘HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY GEORGIE’ on the cake would literally make his husband have a very lowkey mental breakdown and have to excuse himself. later mike just finds his husband sitting on the edge of their bed sobbing and hugging a picture of his deceased brother. (’:

[ssbill]

❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜

The way Mike says it, framed the crook of a window and illuminated by the light through it, finds a home in the curled up corners of Bill’s mind. He says it with a magnitude of things that rush rampant through him: morosity, finality, acceptingly.

It reminds Bill of a young boy with a craving for loyalty but nowhere to go, no one to rely on.

“We can try.” He says finally, exhaling it out like the words were the weight of the world itself. “Harder.” Bill inclines his head and regards the spotless floor (old and weathered, but spotless). For the whole lot of them sans Mike, they had never known what Derry was, or who they had been when they were children. Naivety had the ability to abandon them because Derry had let them go, had let them grow enough to come back but Mike had never left.

Mike had kept something childlike to work all his components. Bill could compare himself to Mike several times a day and still come out on the other end feeling other wordly and robotic. Knowing now that he had lived there, developed there, he could remember the type of boy he’d evolved from. Increasingly, it reminded him that he wasn’t quite confident of who he was now.

How was he meant to romanticize himself when memories he thought were stress-roughened nightmares were real?

Another glance to Mike calms him. If he becomes lost, Mike will call again.

“I don’t think we have a choice, honestly.” Quietly, so quietly, he adds: “For them.”