#poisonedher

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         𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍    &    𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀    𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑    //    @poisonedher            ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ , ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ , 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ .

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poisonedher replied to your post: anyone else think about how richie, bill, and...

elaborate, not because i don’t believe you, but because i want the essay.

OKAY.  LET’S GO.

so you’ve got richie, right?  the kid that hears bill, eddie, and ben’s stories about their first encounters with IT in the novel and wants PROOF.  the possibility of them being true doesn’t freak him out, but he doesn’t blindly believe it.  he actively seeks out logical explanations and you need all the facts for those sorts of things.  we see this in the movies too -- richie isn’t fully on board with what’s happening until he finally sees something himself and can’t deny that his friends have been telling the truth.  but unlike bill, who feels compelled to make another move after this has all been confirmed, richie wants nothing to do with this fight now.  let’s face facts, he says.  georgie is dead; stop trying to get us killed too.  richie loves bill, but he isn’t going to mindlessly follow him into danger when it puts all of their lives at risk.  also, richie keeps the losers grounded in reality.  he’s always the one pointing out the absolute insanity they’re dealing with, whether or not the others want to hear it.  which, ultimately, is why richie is bill’s right hand man.  HEAD.

then there’s bill.  strong and good, like a knight in an old cheesy movie, though not without his flaws.  he’s impulsive, running headfirst into danger without a thought spared for his own safety.  he has to be talked down from reckless shit, like going after IT all by himself, because he’s incapable of putting his emotions aside for even five seconds to stop and think about what he’s doing.  he has a tendency to ignore facts out of hope that he’ll be able to save everyone.  it’s not just georgie he wants to find -- all the missing kids are his responsibility.  but bill’s a NATURAL leader.  it’s his personal magnetism that draws the losers together.  they admire bill for his undying love and steadfast reliability.  he’s the one they look to for instruction when things appear bleakest because he’s the most optimistic.  this carries through to their adulthood.  bill is still the boy who asked them if they were going to ignore the bad things happening in derry like everyone else does.  they don’t because bill helps them believe they can win.  and when it’s all said and done, his next book is about them.  write what you know.  HEART.  

and finally eddie.  he fights back more than any of them, in the end.  it starts small.  helping bill fix up silver.  shagging foul balls during the other kids’ baseball games when his asthma isn’t too bad.  hanging out with his friends in the barrens or at the quarry.  but soon enough, eddie’s acts of rebellion start to escalate.  he fixes ben up in an alley, despite the dirt and blood, because he knows what he’s doing and it feels good to put that knowledge to use.  ( please tell me you ended up becoming a doctor, bev says 27 years later, because he should’ve. )  he jumps into the water during the apocalyptic rock fight that brings them all together, throwing with a ferociousness some might have thought him incapable of.  he slaps and kicks and yells at IT as a kid, the smallest of the losers but the biggest physical threat.  he chokes the leper and makes it small as an adult, providing the key to defeating IT once and for all.  he stabs henry bowers back with his own knife.  he takes the monster killer from bev and saves richie with it because he’s brave.  HANDS.

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𝙸’𝙼    𝚃𝙾𝙾    𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳    𝚃𝙾    handle    whatever    issue    this    job    has    for    me    ;        i’ve    refused    to    stop    working    on    a    white    -    hat    project    patching    up    back    doors    for    a    low    -    budget    e    -    commerce    setup    based    down    the    street    from    me    .        i    could    go    for    a    shock    of    something    (    HEDONIST    influence    ,        i    guess    )    ,        but    walking    in    the    cold    on    the    boardwalk    is    enough    to    wake    me    up    .

the    wind    is    fucking    with    the    poor    guy’s    lighter    ,        though    ;        keeps    blowing    out    the    flame    before    he    can    light    his    stick    .        with    a    tensing    of    my    shoulders    ,        i    avoid    eye    contact    and    approach    him    ,        closing    off    the    part    of    me    that    hates    getting    near    others    .        ❛    ɴᴇᴇᴅ    ᴀ    sʜɪᴇʟᴅ    ?        ᴡɪɴᴅ’s    ʙᴀᴅ    .    ❜

user:// @poisonedher​​​ $ open ./desktop/files/hidden.zip/STARTERCALL.pdf

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@poisonedher​.  /  starter call!

     ❛ hey, dude! can i bum a cigarette off you? ❜

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𝙔𝙊𝙐’𝙍𝙀    𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂    𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍    𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀    getting    heather    her    pre    -    game    snacks    (    probably    to    help    absorb    the    alcohol    ,        reduce    the    hangover    ,       now    that    you    think    about    it    )        ,    now    that    you’ve    got    your    own    snack    in    front    of    you    .

❛❛    how’re    you    liking    suburbia    ?        treating    you    just    as    badly    as    the    rest    of    us    ?    ❜❜

@poisonedher​    |    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍    𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇    .

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𝙄𝙏’𝙎    𝘼    𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙐𝙇    𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀    ;        half    asleep    on    the    couch    ,        finally    a    moment    where    you’ve    become    too    worn    down    to    keep    working    on    your    thesis    .        it’s    getting    there    ,        it    really    is    -        but    you’re    getting    nowhere    trying    to    force    your    body    to    keep    working    past    its    limits    .        you’ve    half    -    collapsed    into    his    side    ,        and    he    almost    looks    surprised    at    your    sudden    exhaustion    .

then    ,        comfortingly    ,        exactly    what    you    need    ,        his    arm    draws    you    in    closer    ;        firm    and    sturdy    ,        maybe    too    strong    for    anybody    else    ,        but    perfect    for    you    .        it    takes    two    ,        maybe    five    minutes    tops    for    the    weight    and    warmth    of    him    along    with    the    soft    buzz    of    the    television    set    to    put    you    to    sleep    ,        immediately    .

if    you    were    conscious    ,        you    would    apologize    to    him    for    not    being    chattier    ,        not    asking    about    his    day    or    updating    him    on    wedding    plans    .        but    you    aren’t    ,        and    he’s    still    holding    you    tight    ,        so    your    last    thoughts    before    you    slip    into    a    comforting    ,        dreamless    sleep    are    a    quiet    thank    you    .

@poisonedher​    ASKED    :    [ rest ]

[rottm-moved]

❝ — listen all ‘m sayin’ is that goin’ ghost huntin’ sounds better         than literally everything else.  ❞

She crosses her arms with a thin smile, shrugging nonchalantly as if literally doing that doesn't pose the possibility of getting some creepy shit attached to literally anyone.

@poisonedher​​  liked for a small thing

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𝙸    𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆    𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈    𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃    he’s    talking    about    ;        and    i    really    don’t    want    to    be    talking    about    it    (    when    i’m    on    my    own    in    here    ,        at    least    ;        robot    still    shoulders    a    lot    of    the    heft    of    it    )    ,        but    he    does    ,        so    i    guess    i’ve    got    to    swallow    my    triggers    and    try    to    stay    calm    .        choking    on    bile    ,        i    keep    my    eyes    on    the    ground    -        steady    ,        sturdy    ,        sterile    .

❛    ᴡᴇʟʟ    ɪ’ᴍ    ɴᴏᴛ    ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ    ᴋɪᴅs    ,        sᴏ    ɪ    ᴋɴᴏᴡ    ɪ    ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ    .    ❜        it’s    not    a    good    answer    ,        and    i’m    definitely    not    helping    ,        but    can    you    blame    me    ?        i’m    not    going    to    turn    into    my    father    if    i    never    end    up    being    a    father    ;        i    won’t    end    up    like    my    mother    ,        either    .        i    don’t    want    to    meet    his    eyes    -        i’ll    be    disappointing    him    with    my    careful    flippant    approach    to    all    of    this    .        it    cuts    too    deep    ,        still    ,        i    can’t    talk    about    it    like    i’m    supposed    to    .

❛    .    .    .        ᴏᴋᴀʏ    .    ❜        and    i    crumble    ,        still    not    looking    up    ,        but    extending    a    hand    out    to    him    .        whether    he    wants    to    shake    on    it    like    a    personal    deal    ,        or    if    he    just    wants    the    comfort    ,        well    .        he    can    do    what    he    wants    .        i’m    just    trying    to    make    it    through    the    night    .

>>Message from root.@poisonedher​ on pts/1 

>>"let’s swear we will never be like them."