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The Losers Club as things my friends have said…(pt.1)

Bill: “I would be incredibly sad if my brother died…at first.”

Richie: “My mom counted how many times I said fuck in the past week. She lost count after 343…and that was just Tuesday.”

Eddie: “I take six allergy pills a day. My doctor told me that’s not safe but does she know what it’s like to be allergic to literally fucking everything? I don’t think so.”

Beverly: “I looked at my dad this morning and had the desire to punch him in the face. Is that normal?”

Stan: “Why am I even friends with all of you? You are all literally the worst influences anyone could have. I have a near death experience every time we hang out.”

Ben: “Remember when we took home economics and I cried every time we went to class because the teacher bullied me? Not even the cookies made me better…not even the fucking cookies.”

Mike: “Guys, I fucking hate my grandpa-”

“I know, your grandpa is racist and a drunk.”

“Don’t talk shit about my grandpa!”

“BUT YOU JUST SAID-”

“I SAID WHAT I SAID!”

accordingtomel  asked:

Favourite Hobrien moments of all time? :)))

Oh god… I don’t even know, Mel. Can I just say every time they’re together or talk about each other? No? Ok, here are a few:

When Hoechlin thought Dylan was awesome.

When Dylan was all of us (and wanted more scenes with Hoechlin)

When they ignore everyone else for each other.

(I mean what even is that look, Hoechlin. I don’t have the whole shot but he was looking past Crystal to eyebrow flirt Dylan.)

When Hoechlin bit Dylan’s wrist during a photo op <3

When they adorably pitch scenes for their characters together:

When Dylan got completely distracted staring at Hoechlin’s chest.

That time they called Hoechlin from ComicCon and Dylan flipped out.

And when Hoechlin said he loved Dylan with the biggest heart eyes…

When Dylan cheated off Hoechlin on Wolf Watch.

And when Hoechlin got super indignant on Dylan’s behalf during a game:

(and basically every time they’re together on that show tbh)

That time Hoechlin pitched and Dylan caught.

Hoechlin’s favorite story about Dylan slapping then hugging him that he told whenever he could.

This sweet little secret smile Dylan gets after looking at Hoechlin:

The million times Dylan talks about how hot Hoechlin is.

The time Dylan made Hoechlin laugh way harder than he should have.

The way Hoechlin can’t stop complimenting/supporting Dylan.

The time Dylan licked Hoechlin’s abs.

The time when they were each other’s favorite characters.

That one moment where they flirted about pasta.

And there’s so many more. Just… all the Hobrien moments <3

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Ok I was looking up Dylan and Cole earlier today bc I like to reminisce in their unbelievable beauty and if you don’t reblog this for Dylan’s glo up I don’t even know why you’re on Tumblr I’m sorry

Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris in the library
  • Eric: "Get up!"
  • Dylan: "GET UP!"
  • Eric: "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"
  • Dylan: "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"
  • Dylan: "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"
  • Eric: "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)
  • Dylan: (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!"
  • Patti Nielson: "our father... who art in heaven.. hallowed be thy name"
  • Dispatcher: "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"
  • Nielson: "They're in here.. they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)
  • Eric: (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"
  • Dylan: "WOO!"
  • Kasey Ruegsegger: (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"
  • Eric: "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound,"
  • Dylan: (laughing hysterically)
  • Eric: "Peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)
  • Dylan: (shoots Ireland) "Die! ...down on the floor!"
  • Dylan: "REB?"
  • Eric: "Yeah?"
  • Dylan: "hey, man... there's a nigger over here."
  • Eric: "shoot him"
  • Dylan: "SHIT YEAH!"
  • Shoels: "no...no...no...mom!"
  • (Shoels and Kechter killed)
  • (CO2 bomb detonates)
  • Valeen Schnurr: "oh my god... help me..."
  • Eric: "do you believe in God?"
  • Valeen: "no..yes..."
  • Dylan: "Why?"
  • Eric: "God is gay."
  • John TOmlin: "Don't... done enough?"
  • (shots fired)
  • Dylan: "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)
  • Eric: "nice glasses" (shots fired.. sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again.. Mauser killed)
  • Dylan: "was he trying to jump you?"
  • Eric: "Yeah"
  • (shots fired... DePooter killed)
  • Dylan: "Look what we have here..."
  • Eric: "What?"
  • Dylan: "just some fat fuck"
  • Dylan: "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
  • Evan Todd: "I don't want to get into trouble"
  • Dylan: "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."
  • Evan Todd: "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..."
  • Dylan: "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want."
  • Eric: "Let's go to the commons"
  • Dylan: "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)
  • Dylan: "Reb, ya ready?"
  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: The summer between Dylan’s sophomore and junior years was low-key. There was, however, one disturbing incident, and it involved Eric Harris.
  • Dylan hadn’t played soccer since kindergarten, but he decided to join the team Eric played for that summer, and they gave him a shot although he had no experience and few skills. We were pleased to hear he was joining the team, as soccer wouldn’t strain the arm he’d injured pitching. Plus, we admired his willingness to try a sport he hadn’t played in years.
  • Dylan wasn’t a great athlete—he was strong, but lacked agility and the coordination to manage his long, gangly limbs. He did not play soccer particularly well, but he attended practice faithfully. When the team made the playoffs, Tom and I came out to watch. Dylan played poorly, and the team lost.
  • Still sweaty, Eric and Dylan came over to where we were standing with the Harrises. Before we could congratulate them on a good effort, Eric began to scream. Spittle flying from his mouth, he lashed out at Dylan, ranting about his poor performance. Chattering parents and boys from both teams fell silent and stared.
  • Eric’s parents flanked him and guided him off the field as Tom, Dylan, and I drifted slowly, in stunned humiliation, toward our own car. I couldn’t hear what the Harrises were saying to Eric, but they appeared to be trying to settle him down. Dylan walked between Tom and me, silent and impassive.
  • I was shocked by the sudden inappropriateness of the display, and by the extremity of Eric’s rage. Dylan’s utter lack of affect alarmed me too; he had to be wounded, though he revealed nothing. My heart ached for him. I wanted to hug him, but he was fifteen years old and surrounded by his team. I couldn’t embarrass him further.
  • As soon as we got inside the car, though, I said, “Man! What a jerk! I can’t believe Eric!” As Tom started the car, Dylan stared out the window with a blank expression on his face. His calm in the face of Eric’s freak-out seemed unnatural, and I hoped he’d allow himself to acknowledge anger or humiliation as we drove away, but he did not.
  • I pressed him, wishing he’d blow off steam. “Didn’t it hurt your feelings, to have him act like that? I’d be incredibly upset if a friend treated me that way.” Dylan was still looking out the window, and his expression didn’t change when he answered me. "Nah. That’s just Eric.”