[bcldecgle]

In case you guys somehow missed it, Murray is over on @fantasywritten with an entirely new fc 💕 still want to write with y’all so follow me over there!!

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" and if i only could, i’d make a deal with god [ . . . ] and i’d get him to swap our places. " ©

[bcldecgle]

chasing people out of the rpc? harassing them and playing the victim, pretending you’re the one who’s being harassed? constantly holding a grudge against someone for a GENUINE FUCKING MISTAKE that they apologized for? yeah, that’s bullying. that’s not fucking okay. it doesn’t make you “woke” or a “good person” to publicly call out something like this and REPEATEDLY post about it for weeks.

i’m not trying to defend anyone here. i’m not trying to say that there was no mistake made. there was a mistake — one which was ACCOUNTED for and APOLOGIZED for. but guess what? you can’t turn back time and change the mistake. all you can do is apologize and learn from it — WHICH HAS HAPPENED. whether you want to believe that or not is on you, but i choose to see the best in people as much as i can.

also, those who live in glass houses shouldn’t fucking throw stones.

i hate drama. but i’ll GLADLY defend my friends any day. if you don’t like it, block me and move on.

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One liner from Joyce to @bcldecgle

“Murray, what are you doing here?.” Joyce asked with a friendly smile

[bcldecgle]

“Hi, Joyce.” Murray entered the house, not even bothering to wait for her to invite him in. They were friends, right? “I would’ve called, but I couldn’t risk it being tracked.” He looked her in the eyes, his expression deadly serious for once. “People are after me. I had to leave.”

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@rebelliousfamily (continued from here)

“YEAH, YOU’RE WELCOME.” Murray placed a plate of risotto down on the table and let out a sigh. “Is the meal going to be as AWKWARD as it was last time?” He cracked a small smile. He was tired, honestly; all he wanted to do was sit on the couch, kick back, and watch Charlie’s Angels. But he felt the need to cook for Joyce and take care of her. He wasn’t sure why; he just felt some sense of responsibility for her and her kids. Maybe because he’d put her in danger before? He wasn’t quite sure.

[bcldecgle]

@heldheart (continued from here)

“BECAUSE YOUR KIDS are probably fine, and we’re getting Jim back. You left Jonathan in charge — which would probably work out better if he hadn’t been HIGH off his ass — but he’ll still watch over Will and Eleven.” He turned to face Joyce, looking her in the eyes. “You need to CALM DOWN. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

[bcldecgle]

@rebelliousfamily (continued from here)

DEEP DOWN, HE KNEW he was in the wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be asking her to leave, not when she needed his help. But Murray was EXHAUSTED, both physically and mentally. As much as he hated to admit it, social interactions took a lot out of him sometimes. And he hadn’t slept, not in days save for a couple two-hour naps. As much as he knew he should help her, his body was SCREAMING at him to rest. And he couldn’t resist it anymore.

“You heard me.” His tone was firm and even as he pointed towards the door, his hand noticeably SHAKING. His head ached like a bitch. What was wrong with him? “Come back tomorrow. Go get some rest and let me SLEEP for once.”

[bcldecgle]

SO HE WASN’T as good as hiding it as he thought. Wonderful. Scoffing loudly, Murray ran a hand through the little hair that he had and practically collapsed against the couch, groaning as he leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “I’m FINE.”

He continued to stare at the ceiling, not even looking at her. “I need to sleep. Take the guest room — or the pullout. I don’t give a shit.” He finally moved his exhausted gaze back to Nancy. “DON’T DISTURB ME for the next twelve hours. Got it?”

[shadowsxregrets]

@bcldecgle sent a thing:  ❝ for the love of god, stop talking. now﹗ ❞ (lucas)

Okay so maybe….Maybe he’d been rambling on and on, and mostly nonsense, for the past few minutes…but that was only because he was kind of desperate for someone to understand him. He really didn’t know why the hell the guys had chosen him to get help…”But—’ Releasing a frustrated huff, he just grabbed Murray’s hand and started pulling him along.

[bcldecgle]

Murray had never thought LUCAS would be the loud one. But his excessive rambling had pushed him over the edge. Maybe it wasn’t right to snap at him — after all, he was just a kid, and this was CLEARLY important to him. But at least it had gotten him to shut up. Murray was surprised when Lucas grabbed him and started to pull him along, but he didn’t resist. “Okay. Okay. Just tell me WHERE THE HELL we’re going.”

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bcldecgle​ :

“NOT THAT SMOOTH… says the guy who refused to flirt with me until I flirted first. HMPH.”

“Remind me, Murray - who was it who had to kiss you first to get you to do anything about it?”

[bcldecgle]

“Oh, SPARE ME the details! I flirted with you first.”

[kamchatkatraitor-a-deactivated2]

bcldecgle​ :

HE NOTICED THE SMILE and instantly smiled back — a more genuine grin than the mischievous one before. “Of course we can.” He intertwined his fingers with Dmitri’s, though after a moment, he smirked again. “I will reintroduce you to them as my cute, loving boyfriend.”

THE TOUCH WAS MET with a small squeeze of Dmitri’s own fingers against Murray’s, blue eyes catching the beautiful smile that he’d been aiming to see. Of course, at the final comment, his own faded just enough for a scowl to peak through. “Must you use that word? Cute? I’m too old for cute, любовь.”

[bcldecgle]

“MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES, my dear Dmitri.” Murray smiled and squeezed his hand once more. “You are not too old for cute — but if you’d prefer милый, I can use that instead.” He winked, knowing damn well the word was very similar — if not identical — to the word cute.

[bcldecgle]

“NOT THAT SMOOTH… says the guy who refused to flirt with me until I flirted first. HMPH.”

[bcldecgle]

@daemondaes asked: "Uh, Murr, I love your hair situation the way it is, but...it isn't that long. You trying to confess something, or—?"

“YOU CLEARLY MISUNDERSTOOD what I was trying to say. A man’s dick should be longer than his hair. Eddie has long hair, presumably longer than his dick. I have short hair, MUCH shorter than my dick.”

[bcldecgle]

@alwaysthesitter asked: "I heard that you were into men. Please help. I need fucking advice." (Well hi there this is what Steve decided to send so it's what you get.)

“I AM INTO both men and women. Give me the details. I know ALL the secrets.”

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@scarednotscary asked: "Wait... why are we talking about cutting Eddie's hair? I mean, surely a toupee would be the better option? However, I happen to think your hair makes you look distinguished.~"

“Thank you, Chrissy. But personally, I believe that a man’s hair should be no longer than his dick. YES, I am making assumptions about your rockstar boyfriend, but you asked why I suggested he get a haircut. I apologize DEEPLY for the vulgarity of my words.”

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bcldecgle​ :

“RELAX — I’m being dramatic.” He’s still grinning mischievously, though. “Let’s see — I only told Eddie, Steve, Mike, Chrissy… Ah! Who should I tell next? Joyce and Hopper, perhaps?”

The anger dissipated a little at that, a small smile blossoming just a little. Granted, it was short lived at the final question. “Murray, can we tell them together? Rather than you broadcasting… THAT?”

[bcldecgle]

HE NOTICED THE SMILE and instantly smiled back — a more genuine grin than the mischievous one before. “Of course we can.” He intertwined his fingers with Dmitri’s, though after a moment, he smirked again. “I will reintroduce you to them as my cute, loving boyfriend.”

[bcldecgle]

@inthedenofevil asked: “Murraaaayyyyyyyy! Help me with my love life!”

IMMEDIATELY, a wide grin spread across Murray’s face. “Take a seat. Tell me your woes and sorrows! Tell me the tragedy of your love life!”

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@ziggytm asked: “you…..are a very strange person.”

“YES, I’ve been told many times.” Murray wasn’t offended by the comment in the slightest. He knew he was strange; he knew he was eccentric; it was all people ever talked about. And he was perfectly fine with it. In his opinion, it was a hell of a lot better than being NORMAL AND BORING.