#gard jagermeyer

[softfem-dom]

IT ,, hybrid ! au ,, movie & book mix .

hybrid! bowers gang au x owner! female reader

synopsis : after taking in a stray cat that was scratching at your front door on a rainy night, you soon fall victim to the animal distribution system when your house is suddenly filled to the brink with barks, meows and hisses.

what will happen when those odd pets of yours turn out to be hybrids?

pets available ! 🧺🐚

[movie] patrick hockstetter / match .

teen ,, stray cat ,, unknown breed.

Match is the cat with pyromanic tendencies that you took in that rainy day when you heard him meowing and scratching at your front door. +"clingy" , +"troublesome" , +"agressive" , +"unhinged" , +"arsonist". ⚠warnings: *keep away from fire, matches, lighters or any source that might be flammable. *lock bathroom door if you don't want him to come in while you're showering and meow for your attention. *keep all glass objects (bottles, glasses, vases) away from reach or he will break them.

[movie/book] henry bowers / fangs .

teen ,, farm / domestic dog ,, scottish collie

Fangs is the beautiful big farm dog that showed up only a day later after the appearence of Match. He gained his name from how much he bared his teeth at the cat whenever it came to pester him. +"protective" , +"territorial" , +"grumpy" , +"helpful". ⚠warnings: *keep away from objects that are fragile since he is quite big and might break them on accident. *he doesn't like dog food, he prefers raw meat right out from the freezer. *let him out on the backyard to release energy.

[movie] victor criss / whimsy .

teen ,, domestic ferret ,, white ferret

Whimsy is the sneaky white ferret that Match brought in his mouth one day as a 'gift' after one of his daily outings. Many of your small things, such as rings or small silver hairclips went missing as soon as he got inside the house. Seemed like the white animal stole your things when he got the whim. +"sneaky" , +"thief-like" , +"playful" , +"mischevious". ⚠warnings: *keep shiny things or small expensive things out of his reach or he will steal them. *when he climbs onto your shoulder is the clue to take him away from Match, who might be pestering him too much for his liking.

[movie] regginald 'belch' huggins / buddy .

teen ,, domestic dog ,, french bulldog

Buddy is affectionate black bulldog that appeared on the same day as Whimsy later on the evening. He is just a silly dude that likes to follow you around and drop his head on your lap while you're doing work on the computer. He doesn't whine for attention or try and distract you from your work like Match does, so you always let him be! +"affectionate" , +"calm" , +"relaxed" , +"gentle giant". ⚠warnings: *he doesn't know his strength, so please please be sure to specify when his playful bites turn into something painful!

[book] gard jagermeyer / pretty .

puppy/teen ,, trained dog ,, maltipoo

Pretty is quite the needy and affectionate thing! he'll cling to you and follow you around like the lost little puppy he is! He showed up a day latter than Whimsy and Buddy, practically whining, while a much larger hybrid carried him around on his mouth. +"needy" , +"himbo" , +"affectionate" , +"drama king" , +"whiny" , +"clingy". ⚠warnings: *he needs a lot of attention and constant praise, he's quite the needy puppy! *keep him away and safe from Match, since the cat likes to pick on him (scratch him, hiss at him, and bite his ears and tail) quite often!

[book] steve 'moose' sandler / gnarly .

late teen/adult ,, wild animal ,, red coyote

Gnarly showed up at your doorstep holding a whiny Pretty in his mouth, as if a mother with her kittens, simply dropping the poor puppy on your doorstep. Literally forcing you to take care of the puppy yourself. He refuses to come inside, growling and snarling at you when you try to initiate any kind of physical contact, and pretty much won't come inside (he kind of lives in your backyard? he sometimes leaves for the day but always comes back to sleep there, he scratches at the door until Pretty shows himself and then he goes back to sleeping alone in your yard when he is sure the puppy is safe). +"agressive" , +"ruthless" , +"independant" , +"hissy" , +"territorial" , +"possesive".

⚠warnings: *don't try to pet him! he is not a hybrid meant for housing, he is meant to be a hunting animal or be out in the wild, he is no pet! *always let Pretty go to him even when it might look like the coyote could eat him up, it's clear they're an odd pair of friends that should not separated unless you want consequences from Gnarly's part!

[book] peter gordon / baby .

late teen ,, domestic dog ,, weimaraner

Baby appeared in your living room (the door to your backyard open and with Gnarly also inside of your living room) three days after Gnarly and Pretty's appearance. Baby has showed himself to be no trouble. He spends the whole day sleeping and lazing around your bedroom, but the boy does try to sneak sips from your coffee whenever you leave it unnatended! +"calm" , +"softie" , +"actually kinda normal (lol😭)" , +"sleepy(baby is eepy)".

⚠warnings: *don't leave coffee cups/glasses at doggy reach!

search tag for this au : paola's hybrid boyz<3333

[suekeyyyy]

Bowers Gang.

Seires: pervs of derry. NOT A CHAPTER.

Warnings: The added members are from the books and the original seires.

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🩸HENRY BOWERS 🗡 _The leader_ 16 years old. 🇺🇲/🇺🇲

- Known bully, racist, sexual offender, alcoholic, and abuser.

💥 PATRICK HOCKSTETTER ⚠️ _CO Leader_ 17 years old. 🇺🇲/🇰🇷

- Known bully, rapist, animal abuser, and sexual offender.

🏈REGINALD 'BELCH' HUGGINS🚙 _Get away Driver_ 16 years old. 🇺🇲/🇺🇲

- Known bully.

🚬VICTOR CRISS📓 _Smartst Member_ 16 years old. 🇺🇲/🇺🇲

- Known bully, smoker, and "good" student.

🤼🏻‍♂️ STEVE 'MOOSE' SADLER🏅 _Meat Head_ 17 years old. 🇺🇲/🇯🇵

- Known bully, smoker, sexual offender, and alcoholic.

🏴‍☠️GARD JAGERMEYER 🕸 _Dumb ass_ 16 years old. 🇩🇪/🇺🇲

- Known bully, smoker, and alcoholic.

Note: the bowers gang [ I'm stalling. ]

[suekeyyyyy2]

THE BOWERS GANG.

[It's not a chapter, just a remake of my old one.] Headcanons

🎈IT [2017] X oc's🎈 [Warnings: smut some what, language, Sexual Assault, crazy people, missing kids, rape, fluff, clowns,]

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.HENRY BOWERS. - The leader- Bad mouth, 🇺🇸/🇺🇸

HENRY BOWERS is sixteen years old and known for... bullying racism, sexual offensive, alcoholism, and abuse.

PATRICK HOCKSETTER -"co" leader- Crazy guy, 🇺🇸/🇰🇷

PATRICK HOCKSETTER is fifteen years old and known for... bully, rapist, racist, animal abuser, alcoholism, and sexual offender.

VICTOR CRISS - kindest member- Victim player, 🇺🇸/🇺🇸

VICTOR CRISS is a fifteen year old and known for... Bullying, drinking, smoking, racist, and "good" students.

REGINALD 'BELCH' HUGGINS -member- getaway driver, 🇺🇸/🇺🇸

BELCH HUGGINS is sixteen years old and a known for... Bullying, Racism, recless driving, theft, and asalt.

STEVE 'MOOSE' SADLER - smartist member- Meat Heat, 🇺🇸/🇰🇷

MOOSE SADLER is a sixteen year old and known for... Bullying, racism, sexual assault, smoking, and alcohlic.

GARD JAGERMEYER -dumbist member - Dumb ass, 🇺🇸/🇩🇪

GARD JAGERMEYER is fifteen years old and known for... Bullying, racism, sexual assault,and smoking.

Next...

[idkiwillfindone]

Victor: you know i really love being part of the gang, it’s just we get a lot of laughs

Victor: fuck off Reginald i’m not going to your fucking cat quinceanera

Reggie to Patrick: you’re disgusting, you’re fucked! You know that?

Patrick to Henry: get your shit together

Henry: fucking cunt!

Patrick: I hate you too asshole

Reggie: look what the fuck are you doing here?

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Bonus

Peter: Henry is our boss and he’s a piece of cock

Gard: Henry is an asshole

Moose: oh Henry is a cockshit

Henry to Peter: i wanna hit you in your face as hard as i can

[dabitodorokii]

Any IT fans looking for a discord? Join this discord- if the link expires, message me for the link. someone wanted me to promote this, so. 

https://discord.gg/ztWh7F

[figsss-blog1]

《figs draws the bowers gang》full lineup 

 you may see some unfamiliar faces here- book bowers gang is 7 strong. 

so in left-right order here, gard jagermeyer, henry bowers, moose sadler, patrick hockstetter, peter gordon, belch huggins, vic criss

check out the losers club lineup here

[ask-thebowersgang]

ask #3

i wouldn’t trust him. or patrick

and,,@first anon,,it’s already been answered

[carmen-is-trash-blog]

When someone asks me why I like the Bowers gang

[rwprincess]

I Think We're Alone Now: Reddie fic (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4K

Synopsis: 1989 Reddie fic based on Tiffany's I Think We're Alone Now. Richie and Eddie toe the line between friendship and first love

CW: Lil baby Reddie, swearing, homophobia/threats of violence (mostly from Bowers, cuz...y’know)

‘Children, behave’

That's what they say when we're together

Sonia Kaspbrak would shit a brick if she knew what her son were up to tonight. She usually didn’t let him out of her sight, much less for a whole night, but she was assured that he would be well-supervised at the Toziers. She should have known better than to take Richie’s word for it, rather than speak to one of his parents, but he laid on the charm thick and made her trust him, against her better judgement. So now, Richie and Eddie were free to slink around in the dark and exact their revenge on Gard Jagermeyer for breaking Richie’s glasses. He was a much easier target to get back at than say, Henry Bowers, even though they faced a minor threat of retaliation from him too, since he and Gard were (more-or-less) friends. But that was predicated on getting caught and neither of them intended for that to happen.

Richie’s stick-like arms and thin shoulders supported the weight of a backpack stuffed full of toilet paper rolls and eggs. Eddie, of course, had his first-aid fanny pack in the event that anything were to go wrong. Richie tried to convince him that they wouldn’t need it, that Jagermeyer would never catch him; he was as slow physically as he was mentally and wasn’t likely to put two-and-two together. But Eddie had insisted. “You know, you could lug around your fair share of this shit,” Richie teased him. Secretly, though, he enjoyed being the ‘strong’ one tonight, even if it meant feeling a bit like a pack-mule. Eddie’s protest only made him smile in response.

And watch how you play

They don't understand

“Shh! Do you want to get caught?” Richie hissed at him as they approached Jagermeyer’s house and Eddie was still carping.

“You said there was no way we were going to get caught. Remember? What, now there’s a possibility, dufus? Oh shit.” Eddie started to ramble nervously in a whisper.

“There will be a chance if you don’t shut the fuck up!” Richie reminded him in a sing-song tone and crept forward, lowering himself to his hands and knees as they reached the bushes in the front yard. He looked over to Eddie, whose mouth was still moving, mocking him silently and rolled his eyes. He took a crouching position and took off the backpack, unzipping it quietly.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Eddie muttered, looking wide-eyed at the house.

“C’mon, that big oaf pushed me over and broke my glasses. These aren’t exactly cheap, Eds my boy. Besides, haven’t you had enough of Bowers and his gang’s crap?”

“Well yeah, but I mean, does Gard even count?”

“He was harassing me on account of Bowers, so I’m gonna say...yeah, yeah he is.”

“Okay, fine. You’re right. But still. Is it really worth it, if we get caught? Or if he even sees us and tells Henry? I mean, you already have the new glasses and--”

“Eds. Stop being such a pussy. We’re doing this. You promised. C’mon.”

The toilet paper went first, since it was the silent option. Richie quickly sent a roll sailing up into one of the trees and stifled his laughter, for Eddie’s sake. With some goading and poking, Eddie took a roll and threw it delicately up and over. Richie paused and admired the way he effortlessly tossed it; it was dainty like everything else about Eddie, and he felt his cheeks warm at the thought before looking away. They got off about four or five eggs to the windows and front door before the porch light flicked on. “Oh shit!” Eddie breathed and started to scramble back to their refuge of the bushes. RIchie took one extra moment, one ballsy last hurrah to flip off the house before the door swung open, revealing Mr. Jagermeyer. Richie snatched up his backpack and hiked up his knees as he ran, ignoring the old man’s shouts behind him. He ducked behind the bush and grabbed Eddie by the elbow, hauling him up.

“We gotta get the fuck out of here. Run!” The two started sprinting away, and grabbed on to each other as they heard the shotgun blast off behind them, Jagermeyer yelling about them as ‘fucking good for nothing punks!’ Somehow, putting their hands together made them run faster; they became one unit with four legs pumping for freedom and safety.

And so we're

Running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another's hand

Trying to get away into the night

The streetlights blurred past and they weren’t sure how far they had really gone, but Eddie started to pant out, “Rich, I don’t think I can keep this up much longer. My asthma--”

“That’s what your mom said last night, too,” Richie panted back, grinning at the enraged furrowed eyebrows that Eddie pulled in response.

“Not funny, you moron!” He gasped and tackled Richie around the middle, in spite of his own wheezing state. Unfortunately, Richie was stood on a crumbly piece of ground next to a ditch and Eddie’s weight threw him off balance, the two barreling down the hill intertwined.

And then you put your arms around me

And we tumble to the ground and then you say

‘I think we're alone now

There doesn't seem to be anyone around’

Richie landed on top, cursing Eddie under his breath. “Well, at least I don’t think they’ll catch up now. What were you thinking, asshole?”

“I’m sick of the mom jokes and running because of something you wanted to do.”

“Hey, don’t put this all on me.”

“Get up. I need my inhaler.”

“You’re not even huffing and puffing, chill out.” Richie said, and pulled a twig from Eddie’s hair, still not letting him up. His expression changed then, softening behind his thick lenses. Instead of wanting to tease Eddie or beat him up for tackling him, in this position, all he wanted to do was kiss him.

I think we're alone now

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

His eyes scanned Eddie’s face, looking for permission for what he couldn’t say. Eddie gave him a peculiar look in return, his gaze also softened and not upset in the least. He no longer demanded that Richie get off him. In fact, his hands were splayed against Richie’s sides, unwittingly holding him steadily on top of him. Richie inched his face a little closer, expecting a ‘what the fuck do you think you’re doing’ that he’d try to play off as some kind of joke. But Eddie’s grip only became more firm, clutching Richie’s shirt as if it were a safety blanket. Richie took the dive and dipped his head down to peck Eddie’s lips. It was quick, but it made his head light and his vision blurry. Eddie’s lips were soft from his incessant use of chapstick. Eddie blinked his eyes back open slowly and Richie sat up, pulling his weight off Eddie finally and helping him to stand up.

Neither said anything, but Eddie’s breathing picked up and now he did need his inhaler. He was panicking; did this mean Richie felt the same way? Would their friendship change? How could they have a relationship in this shitty, backwater town without being strung up? He took a shaky puff from the inhaler, letting the battery-acid taste drown out his worries for a moment.

“So…” Richie began, because there was no such thing as a ‘comfortable’ silence for him. Eddie just gasped in response. “That just happened,” he summarized. “Look, no one has to know. It doesn’t have to mean anything---”

“What if...what if I want it to mean something?” Eddie rasped in response, surprised by his own boldness. Richie’s eyes shot up in astonishment as well. Neither of them had planned for this, especially not tonight when they had planned every ‘worst-case-scenario’ they could think of.

The Clubhouse often provided them with the privacy they needed. They talked a long time that night, trying to decide what their future course was. (Richie’s ramblings were once or twice admonished by Eddie with a ‘don’t you ever shut the fuck up?’) They both decided that they couldn’t be out in the open. That was dangerous; life-threatening. And while they knew their friends would mean well and keep it a secret for them, they weren’t ready to divulge this secret yet. They were all close and affectionate, but actually dating and holding hands and kissing was next-level...even for The Losers. So, they spent quiet hours together in the Clubhouse, curled up in the hammock together. Lingering touches and softly placed kisses when they were sure no one would be around to discover them.

Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doin'

'Cause what would they say

If they ever knew?

“I wish we could have dates where we don’t fear for our lives!” Eddie panted as he and Richie were running down yet another neighborhood street in the dark. This time, Bowers had targeted them for no particular reason. He never figured out that they had taken revenge on Jagermeyer. This wasn’t a retaliation, no, just old-fashioned bullying. They had been wandering down the main street, past the Aladdin, minding their own business when he struck.

“There’s no way it’s going to be as good as the first one! Sequels never are!” They were discussing the Back to The Future: Part II poster they passed. Richie was excited for it to come out, even though it was months away, but Eddie had his doubts.

“But they’re actually going to the future this time! That’s gotta count for something!”

“Those futuristic outfits though? Heinous. It looks so cheesy. Why would everyone be some spike-wearing punk thirty years from now?”

“But come on, Eds! The hoverboards alone!” Richie stopped him, placing his hands on his shoulders, trying to sell him on the idea with a smile. He forgot for that moment that they were out in public, that he shouldn’t be looking at him like that where other people could see. That is until---

“Hey girls,” Henry strode up the them, flanked by Victor and Belch, “having a nice night out-on-the-town?” Richie immediately dropped his hands from Eddie and adjusted his glasses, looking guilty, “Oh, don’t stop on my account, you little faggots. Keep on with your date night, go ahead!” The others started to laugh like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

Richie’s cheeks heated up and he couldn’t stop his motormouth from running in anger, “Sorry, your dad was busy, so I couldn’t take him out!” There wasn’t any logic to it. It didn’t stop him from implicating himself for liking boys, but the sting was evident in Henry’s shocked face. Then, his own anger became apparent.

“You little shit!” He hissed and lunged towards Richie, who stepped back smoothly before he could be caught.

“Oh fuck! C’mon, Eddie!” He grabbed him without thinking, pulling him along by one of his hands and disappearing down the street with Henry and his gang hot on their heels.

And so we're running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another's hand

Trying to get away into the night

Eddie had had the bright idea to zigzag off the main streets and head towards the Clubhouse. If they were able to make it without getting caught, they could hide in their secret underground abode. For the first part of their detour, they could hear twigs snapping under Bowers’ feet behind them, along with his shouts, “I’m gonna gut you!” and the like. It seemed to be getting quieter and more distant the further they got, but they were still on alert. So much so that Richie nearly passed the trapdoor they were searching for. Eddie shot his arms out, around Richie’s waist to halt him and pull him back to the opening, but miscalculated the force and impact it would have, causing the two to lurch forward, hard into the ground.

And then you put your arms around me

And we tumble to the ground and then you say

“Can’t keep your hands off me, eh?” Richie raised an eyebrow, straining to get the words out as Eddie’s action had knocked the wind out of him.

“Oh, shut up. You’re an idiot, you know that right?” Eddie said, pushing up off of him and sitting back, scrambling for the trapdoor, shoving aside twigs and dead leaves trying to find it.

“Wait, stop!” Richie said and held up a finger. Eddie froze for a moment, eyes widening in terror as he assumed Richie heard Bowers coming. But there was nothing.

“What?! What do you hear?” Eddie whispered.

“Nothing.” Richie nodded at him.

“So let’s go.” Eddie said, resuming his frantic search.

“No, I mean...there’s nothing. I think they’re gone. I think it’s just us.”

I think we're alone now (alone now)

There doesn't seem to be anyone around

I think we're alone now (alone now)

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

Eddie paused again, listening. The thrum of his heart filled his ears, but he definitely didn’t hear Henry shouting any threats. “I still think we should hide.”

“Why, Eddie Kaspbrak! You’re just trying to get me alone!” Richie said, putting on an exaggerated Southern accent, “How untoward! You’re giving me the vapors!” He began fanning himself as Eddie rolled his eyes, finally finding the trapdoor to the Clubhouse and yanking it open.

“Shut the fuck up and get inside. Now.”

“Ooh. You know I like it when you order me around.” Richie waggled his eyebrows, scooting past Eddie and down the shaft into the Loser’s Clubhouse. Eddie dropped down behind him, closing the door.

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Richie. We’re being hunted down and all you can do is flirt. Horribly. Like seriously, what the shit was that?”

“Oh, come now, Eds. You know you love it.” He stepped forward, gripping the lapels of Eddie’s polo, making him blush.

“I--I...I wouldn’t go that far,” Eddie stammered and swallowed hard.

“You’re real cute when you’re flustered.” Richie smirked and leaned in to kiss him, now that they were truly and certifiably alone.

I think we're alone now (alone now)

There doesn't seem to be anyone around

I think we're alone now (alone now)

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

[withinycu]

-slams fist- Patrick Hockstetter, Peter Gordon, Moose Sadler, Gard Jagermeyer, Victor Criss, Reggie ‘Belch’ Huggins were all victims of Pennywise and we NEED TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT.

[softfem-dom]

Ⳋ˚ ʚ.child psychology 𔘓◞◞

IT oc story. featuring : the forgotten three (gard , moose & peter). starring : crybaby wilson , peter gordon.

How does a child's mind work? Does it work at all?

Has anyone ever stopped to think about how certain stimuls will develop the brain of a human kid? anyone thought about what would case x and y reactions?

Summer time. 15th of August. Derry , Maine. 19:37.

The sun burnt the pale skin of a certain brunette, her legs barely covered by that hand-me-down white summer dress that she loved so much.

Her freckles were gaining more protagonism on the bridge of her nose, her blue eyes looking down at the flowers she was twisting and turning, brow creased in concentration.

She was making flower crowns.

She looked like an angel, with her white robe and surrounded by chrysanthemums in the middle of the green espesure of the barrens.

Honey was her name. And more honeyed were the words that always slipped past her sweet lips.

Except nobody called her that, she was just 'crybaby' for everyone and anyone in Derry's only highschool. But, hey, showing emotions and displaying a higher sensitivity range is what makes a good person, right?.

,,

The sun was setting when her work was disrupted, lazy footsteps echoing in the small green clearing in the wild vegetation.

The crumpling of dry leaves and small sticks growing in volume as the figure grew in proximity range.

"hey, crybaby" Southern accent, lazy drawl to it. Spoken from chapped lips. Peter.

Honey looked up from her flower crown, chin tilting up and blue eyes looking up to try and look at the blonde teenager towering over her. Eyelids twitching with desire the close when the sun hit her gaze full force from behind the taller's head.

"hello, Peter" she hummed as she used her hand to block the sun. "and my name is not crybaby, and you know it" she added with a slight huff.

"yeah, yeah, whatev, crybaby" he rolled his eyes with a lazy smirk before dropping onto his back next to her. His arms behind his head.

From the whole Bowers Gang, Peter Gordon was —in Honey's opinion— the best of them all. He was the least agressive, he seemed to be just a lazy teenager caught into a group that had way more energy than him.

"what'cha doing, crybaby?" he made sure to emphazise the 'crybaby' part, making Honey huff and roll her eyes.

"I'm making a crown, or are you blind?" Her voice was laced with a teasingly affectionate hum, Peter knew she was way too sweet to mean it in a wrong sense. She had been edcuated well.

"blah blah, I just hear girly nonsense"

"it's not nonsense!"

"oh, but it's girly a'ight"

"yeah, and what? I'm a girl!"

"you sure? I ain't see no lady here"

A lazy smirk crosses his lips in such a way it makes him look almost as if he's a 40 year old man getting drunk in a random bar. It just makes Honey huff and throw a fistfull of the leaves she had peeled off the flowers stems and throw it at his face.

Peter simply rolled his eyes as he nonchantaly wiped the leaves off of his face, grimacing at the slight sticky trail from the sap remaining on his fingers.

A few seconds of silence pass between them, Honey's frown slowly disappearing as she kept on with her chrysanthemums flower crown while Peter simply looked at her.

"who's that crown for, Honey?" he suddenly spoke up, voice still all lazy but with a curious edge to it.

The girl decided on not comenting about the lack of the usual degrading nickname. "what"

"what? what, what?"

"I'm correcting you Peter, it's not for a who it's for a what"

She spoke calmly, pondering the delicate crown —as delicate as her— on her hands. Her pink enameled nails shining softly under the sunlight.

"oh." he deadpanned. He rolled over on his side, not caring about getting his white shirt grass stained. "and for what is it, then, huh?"

"for mr Kellings gravestone" she replied calmly.

"oh, god" he huffed "get over it, he died, what? like three months ago?"

"yeah, but he's got no family here and it's just mean for him to be alone in his birthday!"

"crybaby, he's dead"

"don't care"

"he's literally being eaten by worms right now"

"ew! shut up! you're disgusting!" Honey screeched, looking over at the lazy blonde with a sense of bewilderment.

"jus' stating facts, sweetheart" he rolled his eyes, slightly raising his hands with a nonchalant expression.

A beat of silence. Eyes locked. Honey's frown slowly decreasing. Peter's eyes slowly going softer.

"c'mon, let's go give that old man his flower crown, you big baby" he huffed, a smirk on his lips as he got up and extended a hand to her.

She took it. And he let go of her with a playful chuckle just to watch her fall.

"hey!"

"okay, okay, alright, crybaby, we don't want tears.. c'mon, this time i'm serious"

This time he did pull her up by the hand, dusting off the skirt of her dress with a playful chuckle, before they both walked over to the local cemetry.

[201kl5-dead]

IT / STRANGER THINGS RP, THE DERRY MURDERER

PLOT

It's October 2018 in the small town of Derry, Maine. Children run around the town, all prematurely dressed up in their halloween costumes and making up games to play in them. There's a new game every day, but every week there's less and less kids to play. Parents are getting worried, ensuring their kids come home right after school until there are less and less children spending time outside. Though there are, of course, the more neglectful parents who let their kids play out late, a move they will forever regret when they never come home. Age up to high school, teenagers are preparing for Halloween and the festivities to come. Some are more fearful than others, seeing as whatever is making these kids go missing doesn't seem to mind taking teens as well, according to the news. However, most of them are more foolish, as most teenagers tend to be, and think they're invincible. They play truth or dare, daring their friends to go out in the woods, then pretending they had nothing to do with it when they don't come back. When kids are starting to run slim and teenagers are still in abundance, they start to disappear even more. A group of misfit teens decide to band together, hoping there would be strength in numbers. Nobody is to go anywhere alone, unless they are in their own vehicle. Even so, they must text the others to let them know they got home safe. Everything seems to be going smoothly, until the fateful Halloween night. There's a big party planned in, you guessed it, the woods. Most teens are planning to go, get drunk, hook up, try not to get killed, the usual. Will their efforts be enough, or will they, along with countless others, remain lost forever?

ABOUT THE RP

Basically a who dun it rp, someone is going round killing people and you all have to figure out who it is before you die (spoopy, right?) (If you’re interested in being the killer let a mod know when u join)

RULES

no godmodding unless the person gives you permission to do stuff with their character no telling a person how to play their character answers must be at least 5 lines on laptop or 7 on mobile OCs may be allowed, at mod discretion (but like,,, don’t get ur hopes up probably?) You may kill of your character but it would be best to discuss it with mods first Relationships are fine but also it’s not the focus of this rp

MASTERLIST

Bill Denbrough Beverly Marsh Ben Hanscom Mike Hanlon Eddie Kasbrak Richie Tozier Stanley Uris Mike Wheeler Will Byers Lucas Sinclair Dustin Henderson Max Mayfield Jane/Eleven Nancy Wheeler Steve Harrington Jonathan Byers Billy Hargrove Henry Bowers Vic Criss (reserved for 24 hours) Belch Higgins Patrick Hockstetter Peter Gordon Moose Sadler Gard Jagermeyer

HOW TO JOIN (submit this form to me or reply to this post if you don’t mind it being public) :

Name: Age: How best to contact u (if not Tumblr): Character: (a second character you could fill out an application for if you don’t get accepted with your main one): Age (kids should be 16 or 17 and teens 17-19): Headcannons (5 or more please): Short writing excerpt w/ speech:

[substantial-exposure]

Cut The Bullshit - B.H

Belch Huggins x OC Angst

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September 8th.

The gang woke up that morning even more exhausted than usual, especially since they knew what the day had in store. Belch had ended up driving everyone home around two am . Although he was looking forward to being able to sleep in a little later now that he wasn't the token chauffeur of the group, his girlfriend was responsible for that now.

When the time arrived Tulip had picked up Victor and Henry who were now snoozing in their respective seats. Henry to her right and Victor sleeping behind him. She was now currently parked in the driveway of Patrick's house at 6:47 in the morning waiting on him to come outside. She didn't want to be late for her first day and starting the year off with a tardy wasn't a good idea. Not to mention she still had to pick up Jade and Belch.

A sigh of relief left her as she saw him exit the house and walk up to the van. She watched him climb into the back, he seemed tired. Good. That meant it would be quiet. Quickly she hit the gas and picked up Jade. Waving to Angelica, she thought of how lucky she was that the woman wasn't making them take a 'first day of school' picture.

"Hey" Jade said as a yawn left her, now fully closing the door to the van. She seemed to be the most awake.

"Wow, don't you look put together" Tulip chuckled and pulled out into the street.

Each of the girls seemed to be a little more put together that morning. The night prior was the first time either of them had slept in their respective homes in a week. Naturally they looked a lot better when they weren't using Patrick's 3-1 shampoo or bar soap at Henry's.

Within minutes they were outside Belch's house and Tulip looked to the other girl. Jade looked confused. She tried to recall a time Jade had been to the house. The driver squinted and saw that Reggie's mother was on the steps of the porch to see him off. The girls smiled and Tulip put down her window.

"Hey Mama!"

"Holy crap... is that Reggie's mom?" Jade had said to the other girl with a smile

"She's an absolute sweetheart. I love her"

Mrs. Huggins smiled and waved, she watched her son climb into the back of the van and returned inside her home. Belch closed the door to the car and held out a to-go mug for Tulip. Smiling tiredly he kissed her cheek and quickly took his seat in the back with Patrick.

"Gross"  Jade muttered

"Don't be jealous just because your poor excuse of a boyfriend is napping like a toddler right now" She snickered in response.

It was 7:02 and Tulip was praying that they wouldn't be late. They had to be inside their homeroom classes by 7:15. Tulip was certain they wouldn't make it. Even still, she turned on the radio and kept it quiet. She sped off, nearly blowing a red light speeding to the school. Needless to say she got them there with a grand five minutes to spare, Tulip was never one to drive like a psycho, she knew the dangers of what she was doing. But that didn't stop her from parking like an asshole in the school parking lot.  She opened her car door and got out grabbing her coffee.

"Alright fucktards. Get out!" she hollered and slammed her door shut, effectively waking up Vic who in turn shook Henry into consciousness.

Everyone moved to the side walk and entered the building, the crowds split for them.  Jade wasn't used to seeing them like this. She'd never seen the gang scare this many people. Whispers were heard around, all eyes were on them as per usual but this time? This time it would appear that most of the whispers being shared were about her, Everyone had seen Jade with the gang around town all summer. But now they were up close and personal with her.

Henry shoved some poor freshman out of the way. He grabbed Jade by the wrist.

"We're here"  He pulled her into the room as the bell rang. She stumbled from the harsh tug.

Henry stood before the desk he had been sitting at for two years, and sent a glare at the boy who sat behind him. "Fucking move." he snarled watching the boy quickly scramble to leave the seat. "Jade. Sit". The couple took their seats  along the wall, right in front of the door. He began to explain her schedule to her, he took the paper that she had gotten a few days prior and examined it. He sat backwards on his chair to lean over its backing and loom over her desk. He began to give her directions on where she'd be going as best as he could. His directions weren't good in the slightest.

Meanwhile the rest of the gang split up to go to their homerooms. Patrick had branched off first and entered his class Vic, Belch, and Tulip all walked to the next hallway and entered the B Wing. Belch pulled his girlfriend in for a quick kiss to say goodbye. Vic gagged dramatically.

"You're both fucking gross" the blond swore laughing

Each of the two rolled their eyes and split up, Belch and Vic going into one class and Tulip going to the end of the hall and entering hers just as the second bell rang. Everyone was on time but that certainly wouldn't be the biggest surprise of the day.

Despite being separated in different rooms every member of the gang was slouched the same way in their desks. Jade and Henry sat back and looked around the room. The male was studying his fellow classmates, that's when he saw two boys in the back of the class sending glares in his direction, he could tell they weren't towards him but at the girl behind him. He nearly got up to brawl the second he connected the dots. If looks could kill the boys would have been dead. It was clear that they'd be getting a beating from him later. That was for damn sure.

Patrick picked a random seat and snickered at the sight of the inconvenienced girl who now had to look around the room for somewhere to sit in a panic. He watched her like a hawk, he was so entertained watching the fear on her face as she struggled to find a seat next to someone she knew. People were so easy to make anxious. It was so much fun. He made a mental reminder to try and do this more often. Relaxing back in his chair Patrick surveyed the room.

Victor and Belch sat at their assigned seats, front and center. Immediately they were back on their bullshit. Vic gave an overly enthusiastic and obnoxious greeting to the teacher at the front of the room as he passed her desk. Belch just snickered behind him.

"Hello Victor. Remove your hat Reginald" the woman said boredly with a sigh. She wasn't ready for another year of this and took attendance.

Tulip in her own opinion had it the worst. She was by herself now, originally Gard Jagermeyer was in homeroom with her. That was before the stunt they pulled during their sophomore year, it got to the point where he had to switch homerooms. They gave a girl a full blown panic attack. There was crying, some screaming, and a desk and chair pushed across the room. During a fifteen minute period they managed to make a girl flip her shit. They were quite proud at the time, but now she was bored and slouched back in her seat.

The school day moved in fragments. Everyone in the halls had no idea where they were going besides the seniors and a few of the juniors.

It was fourth period and the minute Tulip actually looked to her schedule she knew she'd have to go to the guidance office and get it switched. There was no way in hell she was gonna spend half the year in a drama class. She sat down in the classroom. God she hated electives, she studied the few freshman and just to be an asshole she slid a kids back pack across the floor.

"Move it lardass." She hissed and took the kids seat. She looked around for a familiar face.

"R-Really?Isnt- Isnt that a b-bit behi-ind you? Kasprak?" A young males voice was heard behind her. She knew that stutter.

Nothing could of stopped the grin on Tulips face as she turned around. Maybe she wasn't gonna switch classes, this could end up being a lot of fun. She turned around and saw none other than one of her least favourite freshmen, the stuttering kid himself, Bill Denbrough.

"Ah hey there DJ, you here to remix Shakespeare for us ?"

Tulip was about to start something spectacular but her dream was cut short by the teacher telling everyone to take their seats. Bill shuffled away.

A few minutes in and the door creaked open, in walked Jade. Tulip broke out into a smile.

"Jade" she called out and nodded to the seat beside her.

The girl took the seat and looked around her eyes landing on the freshman who was glaring at Tulip. They met eyes and his softened. Jade was nice to the losers yes, but Bill pissed her off to no end.

"Today we're gonna be doing some ice breakers so we can get to know eachother" The teacher started and the class groaned.

After the hour ended Tulip booked it out of the class, dragging Jade with her. Juniors and Seniors had lunch fifth period and truly she was just excited to see everyone. Jade had no idea why the other was so excited.

"This is gonna be so much fucking fun" Tulip mumbled as she let go of Jades wrist and walked with her through the hall.

Tulip walked with her head held high, much different than most of the kids shrinking into them selves and staring at the floor. She expressed a level of confidence that Jade had never seen her wear before, she was happy for her despite that confidence coming from the fear that students held. Then Kade heard her yell across the hallway.

"Is that who I think it is? Holy shit! Jade it's Moose! And he ain't too bad lookin!" She laughed and followed him into the cafeteria.

Who the fuck was Moose? What kind of name was that? Was it some kind of dumb nickname like Belch has? Jade had a lot running through her mind as she blindly followed the girl into the cafeteria. The girls looked around trying to find the table where the boys were seated. It didn't take long to locate them once Jade saw Henry seated on the table surrounded by a group of boys.

Jade migrated towards them faster now with Tulip falling behind her. She saw Henry's grin upon her arrival and honestly she hated how her stomach fluttered. Two weeks ago Jade had convinced herself she needed to break up with him. Obviously she didn't go through with it but the thoughts still ran rampant, as well asked the guilt.

"Jade! Come here meet the guys" Henry said waiting for her to come closer so he could wrap his arm around her.

Her eyes moved to Tulip to silently plead for help, then she saw that the girl was already seated and talking with Belch. Damn. Jade walked to Henry and looked around at the group of males that seemed to flock around him. Great, more white boys.

"Jade, this is Moose and Gard. They're part of the group too" Henry said introducing her to the two boys.

"Where the hell have they been all summer?" She asked him, Henry snickered in response.

"Stevie here had summer school and Gard was shipped off to summer camp" he laughed and looked around the cafeteria.

Tulip opened her lunch bag and started to spread out her food to everyone. Then she felt two hands cover her eyes and a deep voice come from behind her. Jade was watching this and she'd of sworn she'd never seen that boy before but all she could tell was that his clothes were expensive. She watched her friend grin.

"Guess who?"

"Holy shit!" Tulip whipped her head around and smiled. "Peter! I haven't seen you in fucking months!" She beamed now moving to sit on the table and look back at the boy.

Reggie was looking between them, a look of distaste covered his features. Both Jade and Henry took notice, they met eyes and Henry laughed. The final bell rang and everyone was accounted for at the entire table they took up.

"Who's this?" Jade asked looking over to the new character who had arrived and was still speaking with the other girl of the group.

"Jade you remember Peter right? This is the motherfucker who left us hanging after the rock fight" Henry said flatly.

Everyone went quiet, except Jade.

"Hank. Everyone left you hanging at the rock fight" She said to him crossing her arms. She had watched it happen.

"I didn't. I wasn't there" Tulip had objected. She immediately regretted it.

"Shut it Tulip-" Henry and Jade spoke in unison, Jade's tone wasn't nearly as harsh as her boyfriends.

"Henry. Cool it" Belch warned, he was starting to grow sick of this. He knew his girlfriend could fight her own battles but at this point he was fed up and all around done with this. Henry ragged on her more than anyone else.

"Look who finally grew a pair" Henry taunted, he felt a hand on his arm.

Jade had placed her hand on his forearm a warning for him to calm down, that these weren't the people he should be insulting. It didn't really matter though, Belch sank back into submission right after.

"I'm gonna go to the music room I want to see if my shit is still in the recording booths" Tulip grumbled standing up and walking out. She didn't want to deal with this shit. Sometimes Henry's voice sounded just like his fathers and it shook her to her core. She'd handle Henry and his temper later after school.

"Nice going Hank" Peter grumbled

"The fuck you just say?" Henry asked, his eyebrow cocked up in question.

Jade tightened her grip on his arm. But she looked to Belch who as well as Henry, didn't look too happy. She could recall a time where she was jealous of him and her friend. They seemed to be the most healthy couple she knew but now she was starting to second guess that. He looked jealous, and over what?

While Tulip entered into the empty classroom she slipped into the cold recording room. Sneaking to the latter on the back wall, she began to climb. The girl sat on the floor of the room it lead to, she finally let herself breathe. Pushing her black hair back behind her ears she looked around. Sure enough there was a backpack and walkman up there from the last year.

Jade wasn't sure what was going on beside the tone of the table turning sour. It was the first time she met half these people and she was beginning to realize just how much she didn't like them. They just seemed weird, she didn't click with them like she had with the boys and with Tulip.

"I think I'm gonna go check on T" the girl muttered

"I'll go with you" Reggie and Peter said in unison. Reggie shot to his feet quickly.

"I got it. I'm fully capable of checking on my girlfriend. Gordon. " he sounded annoyed, like on the verge of telling him off for real kind of annoyed.

"Belch. Sit. Who fucking cares about what's got wheezy crying this time-"

Belch got up and ignored him.

All that was heard was Patrick's laughter as he and Jade left the table. They walked together in silence for a few moments. She could see the other loosen up the further they walked away from the cafeteria. She didn't expect the words that left his mouth, it felt like a fever dream.

"Do you think Tulip is cheating on me? You guys are practically connected at the hip. You'd know... and we're friends right? You'd tell me if she was, wouldnt you?" he said lowly

Jade had to look at him fully. She stopped walking. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Why did he have to drag her into this?

"You've seen the way she looks at the rest of the guys still. You saw her and Peter in there. Wouldn't be surprised if she was fucking him too" Belch grumbled as he waited for Jade to keep walking.

Tulip switched out the batteries in her Walkman and sat there with her homemade tapes. The headphones over her ears didn't do much to block out the sound of the door from the room under her opening. Her breathing was shallow, she'd been doing this for years, there was no way she'd get caught now.

Then she saw the latter shake and a low voice swearing. It was Belch. She let out a relieved breath. Thank god.

"Hey" she hummed scooting over to make room as he sat down beside her.

"Hey" he said while looking down to Jade and making sure she was okay on her way up.

The white girl followed his lead and did the same. She saw Jade and couldn't help but smile. They both came to check on her. It was sweet. She didn't know a damn thing about the conversation the other two had just shared.

"You okay? I know Henry's been on your ass lately" He commented. His voice was rather neutral, but it was a lot softer than the tone Jade had heard outside.

" 'm fine. I'm a big girl you know" she joked nudging the boy beside her.

Tulip watched Jade get settled and smiled faintly. This was the first time she had been there. The gang rarely ever went up there all together, it was Tulip's little hideaway, really. She was the only one who consistently traveled up into the ceiling of the school.

Belch looked over to the walkman his girl was holding, he took the headphones off her head and took off his hat to place them over his own. Their music taste was fairly similar if not identical.

"Whatcha listening to?" He asked as the sound waves finally registered in his head. He cringed immediately

Watching the scene before her Jade felt like she was intruding. Like she was witnessing something she shouldn't of been.

"The fuck are you listening to? Is this the backstreet boys?" He asked dumbfounded

"Uh... yeah?"

"I thought you hated them" he asked confused. He knew damn well that the tape had been up here and now he was growing curious of whatever else she was hiding. Music or otherwise.

"That's what I tell you. You'd make fun of me. Just like you do with Mötley-"

"Yeah because Vince Neils voice isn't cut out for heavy metal" he said to her quietly. It was a common and rather playful 'argument' they'd have.

"Oh my god Reg. Backstreet is Gordon's I nabbed it from his place like a year ago"

Reggie tensed and stopped as he heard the last name. There it was again. Peter fucking Gordon. So much for waiting. He was having this conversation now even if it killed him. Since when did she listen to music like that? The concerts they'd gone to, the ANTHRAX and Ozzy shirts she'd wear, or even the useless Mötley Crüe trivia she'd throw at him that he didn't give a shit about but still remembered because it was something she liked. Since fucking when did she listen to crap like the Backstreet Boys?

"Jade can you leave us for a bit?" Belch asked her and watched the internal struggle take place inside his friends head. She was scared of what would happen if she wasn't there to supervise the couple.

"Jade it's fine just go back to the cafeteria. I'm sure Henry wants you there" Tulip said gently a small smile on her lips, it was forced and everyone in the room knew it.

Jade hated how she brought up Henry. After all this time they still took orders from him. It was so stupid in her eyes. She let out a breath and nodded. "Fine but we're talking later" she grumbled and moved towards the latter.

She was worried leaving them and she was beginning to think she had too much trust in Tulip. Lord only knows what was happening up there while she was walking to the cafeteria again. There wasn't even a point in her going back because as soon as she sat at the table the bell had rung.

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"Reg is everything okay?" The shorter girl asked grabbing her old backpack and shoving all of her dusty belongings back inside. Fighting back a cough she zipped up the dirty bag.

"No. Can you just be fucking honest with me for a change?" His tone was bitter as he grabbed her wrist and held her in place.

He watched her brows furrow in what seemed to be panic and confusion. In his eyes he thought he now had some kind of proof. That the memories were registering and she was shocked that the other knew about what she'd been doing. Which was the farthest thing from the truth. She was wondering what the hell was going on.

"What haven't I been honest about? If this is about the poker thing-" she was cut off by his voice.

"No! I'm talking about you and Peter. You're screwing him behind my back" The male accused angrily

Tulip was taken back by the claim, just by how fucking absurd it was. "Are you? Are you fucking kidding? Reg why would I do that? I haven't seen him since fucking June." She defended

"Oh bullshit Tulip! I don't even know how many guys you were fucking around with before I asked you out" he said quietly in a grumble.

"That's none of your fucking business"

"Yes it fucking is! Tulip just admit it" he said to her almost pleading.

"I didn't do anything! Reg I wouldn't of accepted being your fucking girlfriend if I was gonna do that "

"I just want the truth. Okay, that's all I want"

"Sounds like you won't be satisfied with the answer unless it's me confessing to something I didn't do!" She shot back her eyes narrowed, steel grey eyes boring into his.

"Tulip I'm sick of this. Just cut the bullshit!"

"Reg. He's my friend I kissed him when I was ten. That's it." She emphasized her words "Now let go of me" she whimpered lastly trying to twist her hand out of his iron grip.

He hadn't even realised his grip on her wrist had tightened until he saw her wince and immediately he let go.

"I'm sorry-" he immediately blurted out in a panic. The guilt filled him to the brim in an instant. What had he done?

She looked at him there was a blank stare for a moment that quickly seemed to turn into a sad anger. She went to open her mouth and the bell rang beneath them.

"We can finish this later" she growled grabbing her back and sliding down the latter quickly. "Hurry the fuck up Reginald" she spat lowly and moved out into the hall and walked along to her next class. Leaving him to find his way in the crowds.

Tulip was so beyond pissed and so lost in her own head she stormed right past Patrick who went to talk to her in the hall.

She wanted this day to be over.

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[figsss-blog1]

and here he is, henry bowers in all his stabby glory

and that concludes our run of “figs draws the bowers gang”. i’ll post up the full bowers gang lineup tonight. 

[ask-thebowersgang]

this is gonna be a long one but — boys ! ,, plus girl ! all of you— who’s your least favourite loser ?

[bettercalllacho]

Analysis about HENRY BOWERS/PATRICK HOCKSTETTER in IT by STEPHEN KING

Introduction: I want to do an analysis about Henry Bowers and Patrick Hockstetter since long time. I will be focus on the source material, so the masterpiece of Stephen King. I will give lines for each global ideas. I want to work on the madness they both shared but in different states. Henry and Patrick are so different and alike at the same time and I want to underline this fact. First, there is  a french psychiatrist concept of «Folie à deux» it means «Madness of two» or «shared psychosis» and that applies perfectly to them.

PART 1=  FAMILY, FRIENDSHIP, SCHOLARITY.

FAMILY:

→ Henry Bowers born in 1946 , son of Oscar Bowers (Butch) and Mrs Bowers, his mother in law is Rena Davenport.

He killed his father in 1958 when he was 12 years old, under the influence of Pennywise. In 1956, Mrs Bowers ran away from the farm because she was beaten nearly to death by her husband, she left the home without her son. Contrary to Patrick, Henry is more close to his father than his mother, he is in a complex relationship with his father, he loves and hates him at the same time. His father was an ex-marine who fought in the Normandy beach during WW2 (a reference to “Stand by Me” an another novel of Stephen King in which an abusive father is accused of madness but his son is the only one who defends him because he is an hero to him even if his own father burns his ear).

WHEREAS

→ Patrick Hockstetter born in 1946, son of Arthur Hockstetter and Mrs Hockstetter, big brother of Avery Hockstetter.

In 1951, at only 5 years old he killed Avery while her mother was sleeping. His dad a seller of painting, has some doubts about his older son Patrick because of snow footprints in Avery bedroom but he never asks him nor tells his suspicion to his wife. Patrick likes to have the attention of his mother (he occasionaly cooks with her, show her his draws) but doesn’t react to her cries when she saw that her second child stopped breathing because of him. Just like Mrs Denbrough she is totally under the shock at the death of Avery.

So Henry and Patrick shared the murder of a relative but Henry was a beaten child and killed his father mainly because of all the bad treatments and under Pennywise influence. Patrick is the one responsible for the death of his brother and his parents seems to be normal parents, his mother is a devoted catholic who died of a breast Cancer in 1962. The biggest mistake of Mr Hockstetter is to have hide his suspicious about his son, he could have bring Patrick to a psychiatrist to “cure” his solipsist view and his murderous desires (at least try to stop that).

FRIENDSHIP:

→ Henry began to have friends at 6 years old (1952 in the novel) and they all became members of the Bowers Gang.

There are 7 members of the BOWERS GANG just like the Losers Club. 7 is a lucky number in many cultures but the irony of fate is that many of them are tragic figures. Patrick is killed in the Junkyard, Belch and Vic are murdered in the sewers by Pennywise, Henry is accused of all the murders of kids in Derry and is locked in the Jupiner Hill asylum from 1958 to 1985 until Pennywise free him to kill all the adults Losers. Henry meets his death by the hand of Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie implies that all the friends of Henry are dead that summer so perhaps Peter, Steve and Gard are also dead. It’s not clear without putting them in the victims list of Pennywise or perhaps they are not real friends for Henry. They are more like minions to him, especially because Peter is a rich kid who leaves in first along with Moose the ROCK WAR against the Losers Club. They both prefer Belch and Vic and they fear Henry.

-Henry Bowers “Hank” (nickname of Henry Freeman James in 1922 novel by Stephen King)

-Reginald Huggins “Belch” (because of his ability to burps)

-Victor Criss “Vic”

-Patrick Hockstetter “Pat” (only in the 2017 movie by Henry at the kissing bridge)

-Peter Gordon

-Steve Sadler “Moose”

-Gard Jagermeyer

Henry Bowers best friends are Reginald Huggins and Victor Criss.They are always together until the end in the sewers. Henry deeply regrets to have abandon them when he talks with a “ghostly” Belch.

→ Henry is the leader of the Bowers Gang and must be the one who chose Patrick to be part of the gang, Patrick appears after the Rock War and the disappearance of Peter Gordon in the gang. But it could be possible that Patrick knows Henry before and it’s not established if he is a replacement of Peter. Anyways because of the psycho side Patrick must be feared by the other members of the gang. Henry is the only one who doesn’t fear him, the same goes for Patrick who doesn’t fear Henry.

→ Patrick has no friends, his asocial side (solipsist view and psychopathy) puts him aside from society. They fear him, especially the girls in the classroom. Patrick hang with the Bowers Gang to be with Henry Bowers.

SCHOLARITY:

→ Henry and Patrick have repeated classes. Henry isn’t anymore with Victor and Reginald, they are in 6th grade, Henry is in the 7th grade.

→ Patrick might turn in test papers that were utterly blank or blank except for a large, decorative question-mark

→ His report cards showed Patrick as being an apathetic student.

→ In classroom Henry, Belch and Vic are most noticed by Mrs Douglas for their bad behaviour than Patrick.

→ They both have Mrs Douglas teacher and she doesn’t see the how much dangerous and psychothic is Patrick and nor does she see the violence of Oscar «Butch» Bowers against Henry.

VIOLENCE:

Toward animals=

→ Patrick kills insects and animals, he brings them in his school stuffs or in the Amana Fridge in the Junkyard. He sometimes shows dead insects to pupils at school.

→ Henry kills at 8 years old «Mr Chips» Mike Hanlon's dog in order to pleased his father Oscar Bowers «Butch» who hates William Hanlon and always blames him for his failure on the farm.

So about hurting animals Henry does it for his father and Patrick does it for himself BUT at the same time we need to UNDERLINE that Patrick find the Amana fridge the day George Denbrough died so when Pennywise is awake, moreover «perhaps some other force did that», so yes Patrick is a puppet just like all the Derry habitants and that's one of the reason why he is a “victim” of Pennywise.

Toward humans=

( Summer 1958)

→ Henry torments the Losers with several acts of violence, such as partially carving his name onto Ben Hanscom’s belly, killing, breaking Eddie Kaspbrak's arm, and white washing Stan Uris' face in the snow until it bleeds.

→ During Chapter 16 «Eddie's bad break»: Patrick Hockstetter appears for the first real time (before his name was mentionned as one of the missing kids). During this chapter Henry breaks the arm of Eddie, and  Henry and Patrick are the most violent members of the gang and the only ones who don't fear Mr Gedeau, they even face him.

REASONS OF MURDERS:

→ For Patrick killing is a need, his Psychopathology brings him a God complex. There’s irony because he was raised in a catholic family.

→ Henry does it for having his father attention: “he had finally found the key to his father’s attention” “it was the first beer Henry had ever had, and for the rest of his years he would associate that taste with positive emotions: victory and love”. When it’s not for attention it’s for jealousy/vengeance against the Losers Club. But Henry become crazier and crazier through the story, even Victor Criss one of his most loyal friend become worried about his mental state.

VIEW OF THE WORLD:

→ Henry hears voices from the moon because of Pennywise. It's often the dead voices of his cherish friends or the Losers Club who tortures him.

→ Patrick sees a black and white world, he even draws only in dark colors (black and brown) looping scribbles and tell that's different things.  

MADNESS:

THE JUNKYARD HENRY AND PATRICK:

→ Henry doesn't leave the Junkyard when Belch and Vic does. He accepts to be alone with Hockstetter knowing what he is capable of, because he reveals that he knows the dirty secret of Patrick for the Amana fridge.

→ Henry is capable of doing blackmail, if Patrick said something about the handjob in the junkyard he would reveal the truth behind the missing animals.

→ HOMOPHOBIA:

→ Irony of fate: Jupiner Hill for Butch but it's Henry who truely goes there. Henry said to Patrick that he can't go with the loonies so the asylum if they know his secrets but Patrick died before and Hen goes to the asylum.

→ Hockstetter POINT OF VIEWS: Bill Bev Henry Stephen King

IN THE MOVIE (2017 version):

→Pat's lighter must be the Hen's lighter

→ Surname Pat «Just hold him Pat»

→ The red baloon I love Derry

→ Pat is totally fond of Hen during violent acts

→ He goes with Belch to chase Ben Hanscom, and like in the book that's because of Hen orders that he died.

→ Henry is aiming a cat it remind the murder of Mister Chips but also show that Henry could hurt animals just like Patrick.