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@boyranger
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Lucas and Erica Sinclair, MVPs.
new season new color scheme new me
- oh my god, you’re hopeless.
« mad max »
studies show that I literally did not ask
◦ 01. bleuebird.· ★
❛❛ we hang out. we sit next to each other in, like … every class, lucas. ❜❜ soaked hair clocks down toward hugged knees, trailing creek water in thin trails over bruised skin. even as he speaks, mind wanders to sullen boy on maple street ( their myriad of co - crafted tales, his reptile standing idle with its slitted, knowing gaze fixed to nothing ). guilt, too, trips into veins & leaves a sheepish flush of color to soak into cheeks. ❛❛ mike’s … i mean — isn’t it good we’re friends now ? ❜❜ entreating eyes shift his way apologetically, full lips thin pressed. ❛❛ we sorta have a lot in common, & i like his lizard. it’s not like i like him more than the rest of you or anything. ❜❜
IT’S NOT THE SAME, he’d like to counter ( the retort pooling acidicly at the tip of bitten tongue ) but he does not. countenance knots unhappily, discontent settling atop furrowed brows as boy folds forward over the bare outstretch of his legs. lucas felt the autumnal chill & knew, in leaden gut, that their season of friendship was close to fading out. veronica, sparklingly oblivious now with soaked hair plastered to tranquil shoulders & her blue eyes fixed to him seeking & apologetic, made his stomach swirl dizzily in its boyish melancholy. ❛❛ yeah, it’s good … but you’re always talking to him. ❜❜ i don’t know how to squeeze in. ❛❛ hanging out at school isn’t even hanging out. we haven’t had movie night in almost a month and --- ❜❜ adolescent heart squeezes miserably with the dull ache of unreturned affections. a collective rush of courage ! ranger leans in to press a knight’s kiss to rogue only for action to be dashed as the object of his misguided affection reels back out of aim. with a great rush do cheeks spike in temperature though a stunned lucas sits in the tense silence for a moment before stuttering a muted attempt at recovery. ❛❛ you had a bug -- in your hair. ❜❜
Lucas + his camouflage bandanna throughout the seasons
◦ 01. skeptling.· ★
❝ THERE’S A DELETED OCTOPUS SCENE , and no one ever talks about it ! when they finally discover the pirate ship , the goonies get attacked by a giant octopus , and they CUT it from the movie. [ spielberg said so himself ! ] they even mention it at the end of the movie — i swear ! ❞
❛❛ OKAY MIKE, I GET IT. ❜❜ lounging ranger struggles to tune out the incessant whine of michael’s complaints --- no matter the mass of doritos he tunnelled into down - turned mouth. ❛❛ spielberg wrote it but he didn’t direct it. --- & if it was soooo important maybe he should have made them keep it in. IT’S SPIELBERG, it’s not like they’re gonna tell him to can it. ❜❜
dash + pin mini revamp, mwah
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CREEPY LOCATION MEME [ hawkins edition ] insp.
the ruins of castle byers
the abandoned benny’s dinner
a rotting cornfield
the mirkwood forest in the thick of night
the still cliff of the quarry
the byers’ hollowed home
the forgotten halls hawkins middle in midsummer
the discarded schoolbus in a haphazard junkyard
the void in the basement hawkins lab
midtown with boarded storefronts
a half - collapsed cabin in the heart of the woods
the deserted star court mall
labyrinth - like subterranean tunnels
the closing hour of the arcade
the sinclairs are definitely republicans (in the 80s, at least) and have a very strong patriotic pride in the household. lucas isn’t the type to blindly follow authority by any means but i do think that, out of the party, he is the one that respects it the most. he admires his father, a vietnam veteran, and is very much (prior to the events of the series) someone that felt strongly about the whole Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You message. after everything he’s been through, his faith in authority and in the government/country is definitely shaken and he’s a lot more skeptical about things. he had a childish belief of good guys and bad guys and now that he realizes that the people he thought were on his side never really were, that really go to him.
power move: saying “that’s treason” every time someone does something that mildly inconveniences you
◦ 01. PLAYER SELECT - [ mike wheeler. ★
✩ @boyranger·· - [ ⋆ ]
CONFRONTED BY YET ANOTHER FITUL NIGHT, michael rots away in bed. in spite of the lulling quiet of the dark, the boy is bedeviled by clamorous thoughts that taunt sleep, warding it off like rankled wolves. features twitch in he sits up in bed, palm coddling the backside of his neck; the tag of his shirt tinging the skin at the nape a chafed pink. [ … ] in a slow, languorous movement, michael reaches for his super - com, idle upon cluttered nightstand. sock - clad feet meet carpet and the boy - knight is stationed at the window, peering into the thick inkiness of maple street to make out the orange beacon aglow in the remoteness; right way is the malaise that gnaws at him subdued.
button clicks, ❝ LUCAS, ❞ the paladin whispers, ❝ do you copy … ? ❞
varicolored blocks litter bedroom floor. a matriarch’s nightmare, in boyish fantasies the assorted buildings tower threateningly over a war - torn battlefield. minute figurines occupy mind’s eye & take on the virtues of playmates & comrades : each one affectionately ranked & painstakingly designed for the roles thrust upon them. moonlit freedom relinquishes boy of daytime distractions &, under the inky cloak of suburban night, is he able to fully immerse himself.
[ DO YOU COPY ... ? ]
static timbre shatters war - game. a guttural sigh precedes the long moment of consideration before he relents, reaches for super - com. ❛❛ I COPY. ❜❜ lucas dashes impatiently at lego scene, an infantile burst that fails to sink its toxin - soaked claws to mild tone. ❛❛ what’s up ? ❜❜
❛❛ over. ❜❜
the last remnants of summer balm, holding stiff air hostage, clung to duplet seated close at creek’s edge. school days had already bludgeoned their shared hours & bluebird’s fawnling friendship with party’s lead had dealt a near fatal blow. ❛❛ i feel like we never hang out anymore, ❜❜ lucas stretches out growing limbs, kissing tips of bare toes to water’s edge. he caters a moment of silence, risks a brief glance her way before swallowing thickly & carrying on. ❛❛ it’s weird ‘cause i thought you & mike hated each other & now you’re like ... always at his house. ❜❜