#my angsty son

[xomarauders]

thinking a lot about regulus black lately...should i do more headcanons ?

[meleeavatarsokka]

MASHIMA ACTUALLY WENT AND BLESSED ME WITH AN APPEARANCE FROM JELLAL FERNANDES ON 100 YEAR QUEST?! AND ONLY ON THE 5TH CHAPTER TOO?

WHAT A WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN, FOLKS

[wiggitywackgabbie]

[willygurl68]

So it’s Virgil’s 1st appearance anniversary?? What luck cause I got my Anxiety Ugly Sweater in the mail today!! So it’s only appropriate I celebrate with some selfies (I’ll have to draw something later)!!!🤳🏾💜💀🖤

[louis-damien]

Virgil doesn't feel so good about this... @toast-that-is-gay

[reylologist]

Kylo goes on the top of the tree in this household because he is a STAR. 💜

[elle-in-hell]

somebody to lean on

summary: I've been thinking about Stan's bar mitzvah scene ever since I saw It the first time and I've been wanting to write this for ages so I finally did it. Basically the kids apologize about not being there for Stan at his bar mitzvah, none of them knowing Richie actually went, and he finally explains some deep-rooted feelings to his friends. relationships: none (but could be read as stozier platonic or romantic, I don't personally ship it, but I just wanted these two to have a nice moment tbh) a/n: so this is my first It fic, but I have another in the works and I'm totally open to requests, so feel free to ask away!

Just a week into the new school year and the losers club was already craving another day together. With few of the kids having any classes together and Mike not attending their school at all, it had been far too long since they could all properly talk. Thus explaining how they all found themselves sprawled out on the floor of one of Mike's family's emptier sheds with Richie's trusty boombox playing in the background. Picnic blankets covered the floor and snacks were everywhere, but mostly they were all just glad to finally have a chance to catch up. "Stan," Ben started, interrupting whatever game some of his friends were playing as the tallest of the group turned to face him, his curls bouncing as he did so. "We're all really sorry about not coming to your bar mitzvah. I know we should've been there, fight or not, but we weren't and I'm sorry." Stan's shocked expression morphed into a small smile as he chuckled awkwardly. "Guys, it's behind us, seriously, you don't have to apologize, I'm over it," he said, not an ounce of negativity in his voice for once as he looked each of his friends in the eyes. That is, all of them except Richie. The group chorused even more apologies, but each time, without fail, Stan just brushed them all off. "Seriously, you guys really didn't miss much, right Rich?" Stan looked over at the surprisingly silent raven-haired boy. The rest of the group snickered and looked between the two with confusion clear on their faces. "Stanny, what on earth are you talking about? I betcha Richie's never been to a bar mitzvah once in his life, have ya' Rich?" Eddie teased, nudging the other slightly from beside him. Richie just kept silent. Stan watched on, an unreadable expression on his face, but one of both appreciation and comfort. "Yeah," he mumbled, standing slowly. "Yeah I have, guys." And with that Richie closed the shed door behind him and just sat against the wall from the outside. He curled his knees to his chest and just leaned his forehead on his arms, sniffling quietly. Back inside everyone was equally confused. Well, almost everyone. Stan practically ran out the door after him, the rest of the group following closely behind. He sank to his knees at the sight of the smaller boy curled up in the dirt as he took both of Richie's hands and helped him off the ground. They didn't say much as Stan pulled the other into the tightest hug of his life, not caring that their friends were probably confused out of their minds at the two boys who were, by their own definition, the closest thing to mortal enemies while still being best friends. Richie tensed at the sight of his friends all crowded around as he pulled away from the hug, still clinging shyly to the older boy's arm.

"Rich-" Eddie started before Richie finally spoke up. "I was there." A wave of awkward silence spread through the group as the boy just stared down at his feet, his glasses sliding further and further down his nose. "I sat there alone because I couldn't even imagine being anywhere else," he sniffled. "Besides, I know what it's like. Stan's free hand reached over and brushed Richie's hair behind his ear. It was truly a strange sight. Stan had always been the touchiest of the group, but not with Richie. Never with Richie. Until now, apparently. "I know what it's like to care so much about something only to have the people who are supposed to support you you're whole life not give a flying fuck about what you do." His voice took on a terrifyingly angry tone. Every single person there knew exactly what he meant. "I know what it's like to work your ass off for something and finally get the courage to ask the two people who are supposed to be there for you laugh and spit beer in your fucking face!" Tears flooded his cheeks as the near-screams escaped Richie's lips. This wasn't about the bar mitzvah anymore. His hands trembled uncontrollably along with his entire body wracking with sobs. "So yeah, I was there because I didn't even want to risk one of the six people in this world that I consider my fucking family to feel the same shitty feeling a get all the damn time! I didn't even want to imagine Stan in my place crying alone at night because no one cared enough to make sure he was okay." And with that crack in his voice he finally broke. Richie's face was buried in Stan's chest as one by one their friends circled around them. No, neither of the two were mad about what happened at Stan's bar mitzvah. In fact, the latter was just proud Richie had finally come clean about what he had told Stan that night. After that day they created a schedule. Each day of the week, one of their friends would call the minute Richie got home to make sure he was okay, and once more before he went to bed, just so he knew no matter what, someone cared enough to make sure he was okay.

[reiter-pallasch]

bloody crow