#savelosers

[hcarved]

“you can’t dance to beethoven.” ( from richie )    @savelosers

“fuck off,”     comes the undignified response, but there’s a grin on his face. one that he can’t hide if he tries. is he drunk? perhaps.   oh,  most definitely.   ben couldn’t deny it. would have been a bold-faced liar if he even attempted to. but he’s swaying to the classic music that comes from somewhere ben doesn’t even pay attention to. doesn’t know what started this. doesn’t care much, either, if he’s entirely honest. is pretty sure he’s fucking dead, somewhere. left beneath the ground like it had made him believe. he’s in the space he created for them all. their sanctuary. that’s where they’ll find him. so, he’s going to fucking dance and if the only thing richie and bill and whoever else looked was beethoven?   then he was going to dance to beethoven.   he downs the rest of his drink and he holds out a hand, because he’s making an idiot out himself and he’s enjoying it. enjoying himself more than he has in too many years.     “dance with me, c’mon.”

[trashmcuths-a]

[ to : ben space jammin ] : it is three in the motherfucking morning  [ to : ben space jammin ] : did you honestly just call me [ to : ben space jammin ] : i have RIGHTS, benny > [ to : ben space jammin ] : like you better be dead or dying. you better be a ghost. you better go full swayze and wrap those buff arms around me while i make bad pottery.

🧦 a half-asleep text for @savelosers​

[rtzrs-blog]

fourth night in a row now that he finds himself stood in the middle of the kitchen, cereal bowl in hand, and fridge incessantly beeping at him to remind him of the doors still being wide open.  ( milk carton is still on the counter, cereal box is tipped over; even the cabinet where he grabbed his bowl is swung ajar. )  none of this would be a problem were he home. but this? this wasn’t his home and maybe, just maybe he was overstaying his welcome.

illuminated only by the light from the fridge, richie shovels in another mouthful. sleep hasn’t been easy. in fact he’s lucky to get in a couple hours, at best, before he’s waking up in a cold sweat — yelling. tonight? he doesn’t want that to be his problem, or ben’s, or bev’s— it’s only when the kitchen light flicks on that he snaps out of his trance-like state. experiences a solid second of embarrassment before he nudges the fridge doors closed.   “ that damn beeping— i didn’t wake you, did i? ”

     ft.           @savelosers.

[trashmouthtm]

richie hadn’t been back to the arcade since bowers flung slurs at him. how could he go back? it was almost always the same kids there and he couldn’t face them alone. he couldn’t even fight back and stand up for himself at that moment. all those kids saw how weak richie could be and he was afraid that it would be used against him again.

but with nothing much to do in derry, he was bound to end up there again eventually. he just hoped the next time he went, he’d have at least one of his friends at his side. so when they were kicked out of the library for being too loud ( well for richie being too loud ), he asked somewhat hesitantly, “ would you want to go to the arcade with me? “  // @savelosers for ben

[novamelt]

@savelosers : enjoy that sweet, sweet barker holmes.

   ❝ ya know ... i’m gonna be honest. i don’t like my buttons pushed. ❞

[tiimedtma]

⇢  AND MAYBE IT’S NOT RIGHT / BUT WE’LL MAKE IT WORK . @savelosers​ / ben .

YOU KNOW IT’S A PRETTY BAD FUCKING IDEA to kiss your best friend drunk, when it’s gonna lead no where because you’re just that. FRIENDS, jason knows. he knows too perfect well even as when everything is drowned in tequila, copious amounts of tequila. his hands neatly wrap themselves on the collar of the letterman he always seems to be wearing , a letterman that feels and smells like HOME. jason’s eyes are half lidded and now he’s just careful not to fall flat into the floor. HE’S TIPSY. he’ll remember this. he can’t help but to look for his eyes and smile. 

“ listen....dude, we don’t...we don’t gotta but like a bet’s a bet and i never back off and honestly i wouldn’t mind kissing you silly for a while. ” 

[notrealenoughfor]

@savelosers -- for richie. 

           “ m–m–mu–man up RICHIE. “ bill snaps, gripping the other by his shoulders. he’s literally about to smack the other again at this rate, and he knows he doesn’t want to. “ yo–you act s-s–s—-so tough but then when it comes to it?      you c–can easily juh–just chicken shit out ! “ bill sighs and then lets go to look away. there’s no use in fucking arguing with one of his closest friends. it’d be pointless anyhow, and he knows richie too well.  “ come on, rich. “

[herobelieved]

               ❝  I  THINK  I  have  really  settled  too  much  into  the  whole  LOSER  title,    considering  the  whole..  basic  MID-LIFE  crisis  thing.  ❞      He’s  been  reading  too  much  into  POPULAR  opinion  about  forty  year  old  divorced  men.

             @savelosers​​​ // sc.