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[callbullshit]

   ❛     ────      𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈  𝒾𝓈  𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽    𝘽𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏 .    ❜                  ind.    /     sel.    /    multi-verse.           NANCY WHEELER           of     stranger things.      by     trooper.

[gwndy]

            ❛     ────      && .     𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠  𝑤ℎ𝑦  𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒  𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟  𝟸  𝑎𝑡  𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 .    ❜                  ind.    /     sel.    /    multi-verse.     GWEN  STACY     primarily  tasm  ,  616   +   headcanon  based .      by     trooper.

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rewatching tvd like… what if i came back writing caroline. ./

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cleaning out drafts && likes for real rn. did i get sucked into poko/pia more than i should have today? yes. hi.

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i got everything ready to go. i’ll have time to write tomorrow and i’m excited. ty guys for being patient with me.

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cleaning out drafts && likes for real rn. did i get sucked into poko/pia more than i should have today? yes. hi.

[sobadbad]

Natalia Dyer as Nancy Wheeler STRANGER THINGS 5 vol.1

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feeling some sort of normal again finally so if you guys will have me… i wanna try again. i’ll take still following one another ass a good sign. 😊 but until tomorrow~

i’m gonna keep drafts for still active and go from there.

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okay but i am sorry i’ve not been on. lm be nice && remind myself i did say low activity./

but really, new medication is kicking my ass a bit and they are messing with my dosage to see what’s right and i’ve been d r a i n e d. insomnia is lame. anti depres/sants are lame.

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i need to drabble about nancy’s early 20s and her toxic ambition that ruins or nearly ruins any and all relationships ./

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fully forgot how draining it is to train someone cause it’s been so long. hi it’s another burn out week./ hoping tomorrow is more chill.

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the order of death / public image ltd.

[memetaped]

random moments send a symbol for…  

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours. 

☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them.  

📱 a time my muse texted / called yours.  

🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

🖼️ a time my muse talked about someone from their past.

🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours. 

💔 a time my muse said they hated yours.

💧 a time my muse cried.

💡 a time my muse laughed.

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

👀 a time my muse told a lie. 

🌙 a time my muse told the truth.

🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

🍃 a time my muse left home.

⚙️ a time my muse talked about something they made, drew, built.         

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SOLITUDE.     it's  become  a  place  of  festered  overthinking.   moments  of  mindfulness  aren't  cherished.   quiet  and  peaceful,  what  most  would  call  normalcy.   there  she's  found  paranoia.   everyone's  settled  into  their  roles  a  little  too  neatly.   of  thoughts  she's  dared  not  speak.   why  bring  the  others  into  her  unresolved  trauma?   they've  all  adjusted  nicely,  as  expected.   a  part  of  her  had  hoped  someone  would  say  something  other  than  the  false  promises  made  rooftop.

lingering  behind  where  only  steve  remains.   fact  unspoken:  she  doesn't  want  to  go  home.   can  he  tell?   he's  always  had  this  way  of  reading  her.   on  the  floor  of  the  harrington's  den  sifting  through  memories  that  feel  lifetimes  away.   “feel  free  to  kick  me  out  whenever.”   she  states,  knowing  he  won't.

on  her  lower  lip  she  chews,  teeth  picking.   a  photo  of  herself  poolside  –   at  this  very  house.   how  different  things  were  back  then.   back  when  she'd  swear  the  villains'  in  her  story  would  turn  out  to  be  carol   &&   tommy.   “you  know,  i  barely  recognize  her.”   a  gentle  sigh  falls,  setting  the  photograph  aside  along  with  others  similar  in  nature.

onto  the  next  in  the  stack.   it's  this  one  that  causes  pause.   a  photograph  of  herself  and  steve.   her  brows  furrow,  a  gaze  narrows.   they're  at  coney  island.   steve  a  corndog  in  hand,  nancy  held  on  around  his  middle  for  dear  life,  as  if  the  roaring  wind  might  blow  her  away  –  evidenced  by  hair  rippling.   “take  a  look  at  this.”   sitting  up,  she  draws  closer,  photo  held  up.   close  enough  he  could  feel  her  heart  beginning  to  pound  heavy.   “this  .  .  .  i  remember  this  day.   jon  and  i  .  .  .   we  went  to  the  city  –  he  wanted  to  see  NYU.   it  hadn't  gone  well   –   he'd  been  distracted   .  .  .   i  thought  taking  the  train  out  would,  i  don't  know,  make  things  better  .  .  .  that's  beside  the  point.   why  are  you  in  this  picture?”

@hawkinsown

[h4rrington]

@callbullshit said: that was really funny. i don't mean funny. you know what i mean.

he  could  let  it  slide.  he  really  should  if  he  were  a  nice  guy.  for  the  most  part,  steve  liked  to  think  he  was  a  NICE  guy.  even  back  when  he  wasn't  that  much  of  a  nice  person.  (  oblivious  to  the  plight  beyond  his  solitary  house  on  the  nice  side  of  town.  )  back  when  he  only  thought  of  himself.  that  guy  wanted  to  see  nancy  smile  as  much  as  the  harrington  who  was  busy  CRAWLING  FORWARD  did.  so…  he  wouldn't  let  her  off  the  hook  that  easily.   ❝ you  can  laugh.  you're  dying  to,  i  know!  go  ahead,  laugh  it  up,  nance.  i'm—an  idiot.  guys  used  to  do  be  silly  idiots  professionally,  i  think.  WHO  KNOWS.  maybe  that's  my  calling  and  i'm  in  denial  or  whatever.  ❞ 

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there's  a  way  he  has  of  bringing  that  smile  out  –  broad    &&   unrestrained.   something  barb'll  give  her  hell  for.   her  own  fault  for  lack  of  ability  to  keep  quiet.   “so  i  need  your  permission  to  laugh  at  you  now?"   teasing  tone,  the  well's  already  broken.  the  struggle  to  stifle  said  laughter  failed.   “i  think  the  days  of  professional  court  jestering  are  over  –  but  if  anyone  can  bring  it  back,  it's  you."   tone  anything  but  condescending - despite words,  bringing  a  hand  down  to  offer  help  up.

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The air felt so heavy. Max swallowed thickly and it hurt, her features winced at the slightest movement of muscles. It seemed pain was now a 'friend' (very loosely speaking) to her now; both the emotional and the physical. "She seemed normal, if that's what you mean." The uncomfortable feeling that was forming in Max's stomach mirrored Nancy's concern. It was uncertain to say if she came out of it, she hoped she did.

But the reality was uncertain. Not until they found her.

"I don't know if she made it out."

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NORMAL.   holly's  a  wheeler  after  all.   each  sibling  a  different  variety  of  knack  for  dealing  with  the  unexpected.   “i  wish  i'd  seen  it  sooner  –  what  was  going  on.”   let  the  blame  fall  onto  herself.   now's  not  the  time.   a  weakened  smile  forms.   she  reads  the  concern  in  max's  eye.   “she  had  you  in  there.   i'd  say  that  gives  her  the  biggest  shot  of  sticking  it  to  that  asshole  and  making  it  out.”   —   “i  just  wish  i  understood.   why  holly?   and  if  she  made  it  out,  where  .  .  .”

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i’m afraid db/d has found me again. /