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[infantiicide]

@papcrman cnt from here.

Patrick’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip in thought as he leans back, scoffing slightly. Truth be told, Patrick wasn’t dense, he damn well knew what happened...no..who happened. He had seen Butch hit Henry before, and truth be told it scared the shit out of him. Even with how Patrick felt about the world, he cared about Henry, Vic and Belch unlike anything else in the world. They were brothers, they needed to defend one another.

“We could kill him,” Patrick whispers softly, his gaze abandoning his friends busted lip to stare off into the distance. Patrick had thought of it before, but truthfully he had thoughts like these quite often but...he never really vocalized it.

A silence blanketed them for a few moments until Patrick spoke up once more, “I’m just saying. That’s beyond fucked up Henry..T-That he gets to keep doing that, and nothing happens as a result, it ain’t right and I’m really fucking sick of it.”

[floweredribs]

@papcrman​ || continued.

             If you had a s k e d Eddie if something like t h i s would ever h a p p e n he’d laugh. Even w i t h o u t Henry’s father around, Henry was s t i l l the s a m e Henry from b e f o r e. It would t a k e a lot of c o n v i n c i n g for Eddie to see him any o t h e r way. Eddie l o o k s up at Henry as this is h a p p e n i n g, his eyes closing ever so s l i g h t l y as he feels the f i n g e r s in his hair. This was s u r p r i s i n g l y very sweet and e n j o y a b l e almost.

          But the n e x t part shocked him m o r e than the f i r s t part e v e r could. Henry Bowers was k i s s i n g him? His f i r s t fucking kiss was with a school bully w h o had almost k i l l e d him on multiple occasions. If he couldn’t t e l l the older male was d r u n k he could totally t a s t e it from the k i s s. His mind is s c r e a m i n g but he doesn’t f i g h t it. He’s far to s c a r e d of what the o t h e r would do it he did so. In a w e i r d way he kind of l i k e s it? But w o u l d he admit t h a t? Never.

[notrealenoughfor]

every time in the foster au

henry: hey bill, is this gay

bill, whilst looking into the distance: be strong, bill. be strong for georgie.

[distraughtdenbrough]

the scene opens up to will denbrough skating around in the school hallways, before suddenly henry bowers shows up and the skateboard collides into him.

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

yep, that’s me.... i guess you’re wondering how i ended up in this situation.

[thesilvertcngued]

“There’s such a vivid sense of apathy in you, boy.. Tell me..who planted such a crippling indifference in such a pliable mind, even when standing beside a corpse?” Red runs hot around their feet, still..the space surrounding the two, now befallen with an electric silence. The blade is wiped swiftly against his sweater, then against the bed of a deranged tongue. 

@papcrman

[realfor-blog]

 LOUD SQUEALS OF LAUGHTER  float past georgie’s lips as he’s swept up in henry’s arms and  tossed over his shoulder like a sack of  POTATOES  -  he thrashes uselessly as he’s carried toward the window,  kicking and fighting softly with  tiny fist and feet in attempt to  FREE himself from henry’s  grasp.  georgie’s giggles were  loud and delighted ; the sound of a child who trusted his brother to not really throw him out the window of their two-story house!  “---   HENRY, NO, NO!”  he can’t stop laughing, shouting as if the threat was real. 

 “henry,  i swear, if you throw me out the window i’m gonna come back as a ghost and i’ll annoy you so much you won’t be able to do homework or sleep --” he learned his choice negotiating skills from richie, obviously. the words come out breathlessly,  punctuated by giggles.  he continued trying to wiggle free.  “----  i’m sorry, okay! i’m sorry, put me down --!!” 

@papcrman // CONT FROM. 

[derrymouth]

    @papcrman bc i’m hype

            ❝ ———–  fuck. ❞                the word is strained ,  but  resonant  /  echo playing on school cellar walls.    bug - eyed boy’s efforts had been valiant in the chase ,  managing to somehow by the grace of powers unknown evade his courting captor.    but skinny legs were no match for a misplaced broom in a familiar stairwell ------ the fall was quick  but it stole his breath --- which is to say that he lays in waiting ,  motionless on the floor ,  willing would - be bruises to nurse themselves.    the only movement now to adjust skewed glasses.   

with air in his lungs & pain somewhat dulled ,  perked ears listen for a cue  ------  only one set of footfalls  /  perfect.    no one would see them.   (  secret  /  sacred  )    no one would know. 

[blondefists-blog]

╰☆☆ ❝ ｊａｃｋ ｂｅ ｌｅｔｈａｌ, ｊａｃｋ ｂｅ ｓｌｉｃｋ. ❞ ☆☆╮

@papcrman henry bowers of stephen king’s “IT” priv. & sel. penned by charlie