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[callbullshit]

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

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okay. second muse. either nikki freeman or rosalie cullen/hale. gonna muse on it.

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won’t really be on today, around tomorrow though. ive got greek tragedy to watch now that i got a ticket for a showing that’s not in the middle of the night.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[paladinstales]

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Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses | Accepting | @callbullshit

Mike: I think this might be a bad idea... Nancy: Don't start thinking on me now!

Nancy, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Mike: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Nancy: Nancy: Water you doing?

Mike: You’re giving me a sticker? Nancy: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Mike: I’m not a preschooler. Nancy: Fine, I’ll take it back- Mike: I earned this, back off!

[callbullshit]

and now i nap so i can at least attempt to stay awake for a 10pm oddess/y screening ./

[callbullshit]

the joke is i failed at napping, was sleepy already at 930, stayed in to continue my succession rewatch. 😎

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and now i nap so i can at least attempt to stay awake for a 10pm oddess/y screening ./

[hawkinsown]

↯ .ᐟ he watches with sad eyes as she flips through photos. melancholy flickering between each memory. he's happy she stayed back, REALLY. otherwise, he would've sat in the nostalgia until the hurt was too much to handle. until he spiraled again, reality whirring between things that have grown fuzzier with time. with all damn 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. he sits next to her on the den floor, at first happily obliging that 'she is welcome anytime', as if it finally reached a friendliness that held no weight of the past. almost.

everyone else has already left. said their goodbyes, slapped backs. promised futures that felt too organized to become reality. settled into the harsh reality that annual trips only last so long, and eventually their communications will drift apart in frequency. he finds a fucked-up side-effect of nostalgia –- how the damned thing loves to press harder when there's no one left to perform for.

the photo sits in his hands now as he catches the edges with his thumb. what hurts about the next photo is how quickly he knows. but firstly will assume it's a fucked-up trickery of his own mind, blinking a few times in confusion. coney island. wind blowing through her hair. her fingers slipping to wrap around him, hold him just as he holds her. the memory feels warm, or at least like it should feel. comforting. instead he feels cold. harsh & prominent. stirring up to his throat. he wasn't there. not in the way the picture suggests. he remembers the ache of not being there, hearing about the trip afterward. pretending it didn't land somewhere 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

he finds that jealousy isn't sharp anymore. it feels more familiar, intertwined already in the way he's learned to love her quietly. on the wrong side of things. because no matter how much unbelievable shit they've gone through, and it finally reaching an end –- no matter how much distance they have –- that part of him has never quite left. the sadness shifts back, back to the easy way they'd simplified their futures and how they would weave into each others'. talking like this was an ending instead of a pause. steve exhales, slow, like he's piecing himself together again to drag himself out of his head.

the photo puts him in a place he doesn't belong – not just that, it 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. shows him a version of her he hadn't earned. he can't look at her first. because they'd all been staring at the past all night. he nods finally, quietly. no humor at it. ❛ nope, wasn't there. ❜ he twitches, scrunching his nose. pulling a mask over the jealousy creeping out. words falling between them, heavy with the empty house's air. the grief of it hits. stings. he blinks it away. ❛ what is this, some sick joke? ❜ it's a genuine response – because despite all the bullshit they'd been through, he can't believe this is anything but a personal attack. guess they hadn't changed that much.

[callbullshit]

truth  be  told,  she's  not  given  the  past  much  thought  since  the  day  they'd  defeated  the  horrors  that  lay  in  the  upside  down.   now  that  her  mind  wanders,  she  does  remember  the  sensation  of  their  win  falling  into  place  a  little  too  easily.   far  easier  than  expected.   vecna's  troops  weren't  so  much  of  a  fraction  of  the  things  she  had  imagined  they'd  face  in  final  battle.   perhaps  she'd  built  it  all  up  in  her  head,  expecting  the  worst  –  or  perhaps  her  intuition  had  been  correct.

an  anxiety  fills  the  pit  of  her  stomach.   steve's  face  a  mess  of  thoughts  she  wishes  he'd  voice.   granted,  she's  not  earned  those  thoughts  –  she  said  goodbye  to  that  years  ago.   lost  in  her  own  torment,  sharing  it  with  jonathan,  neither  of  healthy  mind  enough  to  let  go  &&  move  on.   it  was  easier  to  stew  in  one  another's  misery,  finding  comfort  in  the  fact  that  it  was  shared,  that  they  weren't  alone.   both  losing  sight  of  the  fact  that  neither  of  them  was  ever  alone.   forgetful  and  short  sided  –  though  she  likes  tohope  they've  since  moved  on.

steve  was  always  there  just  at  the  other  side,  but  she  had  let  him  slip  away  from  her  in  any  sense  of  relationship  they  might  have  had.   playing  a  blind  eye  to  the  very  notion  that  he  cared  because  it  was  easier  on  herself.   sucked  into  distraction  again  in  again.   is  that  what  was  happening  now?

no.   as  steve  reaffirms.   it's  the  way  in  which  he  does  so  that  catches  her  off  guard.   “c'mon,  steve.   why  the  hell  would  i  plant  a  fake  photo  in  YOUR  photo  book?”   she  begs  him  to  think  sensibly.   therein  the  affirmation  they've  never  moved  fully  beyond  themselves.   she  can't  help  but  feel  she's  repented  enough,  that  they  should  be  past  this.   so  from  her  lips,  as  she  sits  up,  an  agitated  sigh.   “of  course,  instead  of  thinking  about  what  this  means-”  she  holds  the  photograph  up  in  frustration,  “-you're  more  worried  about  your  ego.”

[cheerlcd]

@callbullshit continued from here.

“i don't have to be back until five-thirty, so we should have plenty of time.” the cheerleaders are supposed to be back in the gym at six, an hour before the game starts at seven, but chrissy likes to be early to make sure everything is perfect.

“pretty sure,” chrissy says. “i saw you at tina's party for a little bit, but jace was really tied up in beer pong, and he said i had to be his cheerleader, so we didn't really get to chat.” she'd been dressed as a cat that year, in a black leotard from the year she'd done ballet that had barely fit.

she'd also thrown up in the bushes that night from the punch, kimmy rubbing her back, and she'd felt so much better after. lighter, almost.

“i remember the beach house, though. bryan and mike kept arguing about the best way to build a sand castle.” she smiles at the memory. it had been the summer before they started high school, and the future had felt limitless then. not like now, where every passing day felt more and more like it was crushing her, and she couldn't even explain why. wasn't high school supposed to be the best times of her life?

“i think he's at home,” chrissy says. “we could swing by after the mall?” she regrets it as soon as the words come out of her mouth. things have been weird with jason lately. and the worst part is she thinks she's the only one who notices. jason seems to find no fault in their relationship, which makes chrissy feel even worse. “i mean, if you're too busy, that's okay too. i'm sure he'll be around before the game, if you come a little early.”

[callbullshit]

she  catches  chrissy's  slight  change  in  tone.   though  they  aren't  as  close  as  they  once  were,  drifting  off  into  different  friend  groups.   she  into  her  studies,  chrissy  into  cheer.   despite  such,  she's  observant.   over  the  past  few  years  she's  learned  never  to  dismiss  when  a  hunch  is  formed.   “we  don't  have  to  stop  by  –  if  you  don't  want  to.”   her  words  are  almost  a  little  too  sudden,  aware  she'd  grown  quiet,  focused  on  the  road.

while  it's  not  that  jason's  suspect  of  anything  –  she'd  be  blind  not  to  see  there's  something  wrong.   “i've  actually  been  meaning  to  interview  lucas,  so  it's  not  like  i  don't  have  options.   that'll  give  us  more  time  to  hang  out  –  besides,  do  i  really  want  to  end  my  day  interviewing  jason?”  an  attempt  to  make  light,  she  directs  the  car  into  the  mall's  parking  lot   &&   into  a  spot.

releasing  the  key  from  the  ignition,  she  sit  still,  unable  to  shake  the  notion  that  there's  something  else  going  on.   “chrissy,  is  everything  okay?”  she  asks  hesitantly  before  she  can  second  guess  herself.   “sorry  for  asking  if  it  is,  it's  just  that  we  haven't  hung  out  in  awhile,  i'll  take  the  blame  on  that,  but…  i  don't  know…”  she  trails  off,  uncertain  of  her  words.  “it's  just-   IS  everything  okay  with  you?   –  if  it  is,  please,  feel  free  to  tell  me  to  screw  off.”

[paladinstales]

Mike has been overthinking, no matter how hard he's trying not to. That's why he feels that talking to his sister might at least distract himself from his thoughts. He can't believe there was a demogorgon attack inside their house, which has always been supposed to be safe. His parents know nothing of the Upside Down or of Vecna, of course. They don't even know El has powers, they don't even know she's the same girl Mike hid in the basement four years ago. They just think she's the girl Hopper adopted. And now Mike wonders if things would have been different if he at least mentioned a few things. Maybe not. Maybe he's just hurting himself. But he also really can't help himself.

He looks at Nancy, not even sure of what to say. He lets a sad smile cross his lips. "Yeah I think... I think she would have tried to protect us anyway, if she knew about everything." Ted has never showed them much care, but Karen has always done so. Even when she couldn't understand, she has always done her best. He shrugs. "She... She would have tried to help, or would have tried to prevent us from risking our lives." But now she's the one who risked her life, and she knew nothing about the Upside Down. "Listen... when she wakes up..." He doesn't want to say if. He just can't lose his mother now. "We should tell her everything." Maybe he's saying this because he feels too bad, but for now that's what he thinks.

[callbullshit]

in  thoughts  she's  sick  to  her  stomach,  yet  mike's  smile  somehow  puts  her  at  ease.   how  he's  able  to  follow  her  train  of  thought.   “when  she  wakes  up,  right.”  she  mumbles  in  quiet  agreement,  nodding  her  head  confidently.   the  last  thing  they  need  do  is  spiral.   she  lifts  her  head,  eyes  finding  his  -   “i  agree.   we  tell  her  everything.” 

a  pause  before  her  gaze  wanders  towards  the  carded  doors  leading  to  where  their  mother  lay.   “say,  mike  -  do  you  also  hate  just  waiting  around?”   the  question's  rhetorical.   this   hospital  induced  pause  only  worsens  her  unease.   it's  inaction  that  brought  them  here.   the  lack  of  consideration  that  vecna  would  hit  them  so  close  to  home.   how  had  they  not  seen  this  coming?   

“i  don't  really  care  what  the  doctor's  say  –   i  think  it's  time  to  check  on  mom.   follow  my  lead."   nodding  towards  the  nurses  station,  empty  for  reasons  nancy's  not  about  to  question,  she  lifts  herself  up  and  briskly  moves  behind  it.   ducking  behind,  she  lifts  the  phone  to  page  over  the  loud  speakers.   “we  have  a  code  yellow.   i  repeat,  code  yellow.   all  hands  on  deck.   code  yellow.”   moving  into  the  corner  closest  to  the  door,  she  waits  for  it  to  open  due  to  commotion  before  sliding  silently  inside.

[robin-buckely]

Natalia Dyer as Willis Things Heard & Seen (2021)

[callbullshit]

working today then i’m off for 6 whole days. i’m so happy i could cry. && am i collecting drafts at work instead of being productive? yes.

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“you  can't  just  plead  the  fifth  when  you  don't  want  to  answer  my  questions.”   it's  with  that  know-it-all  tone  she  speaks.   out  of  him  she'll  pry  whatever  he's  hiding.   there's  a  certain  way  about  him  she  can't  explain.   there's  bluff  to  be  called.

“you  know  something  and  you're  not  telling  me.”   something  serious  or  not,  she  needs  to  know  –  he  knows  as  much  too.   the  notion  of  unknown  knowledge  develops  an  itch  to  be  scratched.   “i'll  bargain  with  you,  you  tell  me  what  you  know  –  i'll  tell  you  what  i  know.”   whether  it's  any  thing  of  importance  on  her  end  is  up  to  fate.   this  form  of  bargaining  she's  learned  from  life  with  a  younger  brother.

  "i plead the fifth." @sleuthscreams / accepting.

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“still  -  it's  a  little  harsh,  don't  you  think?”   between  index  &&  middle  fingers  she  toys  her  coke's  straw,  leaning  forward  for  a  better  look.   it  should  be  noted,  she's  not  at  all  disagreeing,  nor  are  they  the  only  ones  in  starcourt  observing  the  little  show.

"and  how  bad  is  it  that  i  can't  look  away?"   spoken  with  a  chuckle.   at  opposing  sides  of  the  food  court  are  tommy  &&  carol.   eyes  dart  between  each  tangled  up  with  someone  separate  in  what  seemed  to  be  an  unspoken  challenge  of  who  would  get  the  other  to  break.   a  game  of  evoking  one  another's  jealous  nature.   news  of  their  third  breakup  of  the  semester  had  travelled  quick,  anyone  dumb  enough  to  get  caught  up  in  the  middle  of  it  was  on  their  own.

“$3  and  my  next  scoop  –  tommy  cracks  first.”   nancy  tears  her  gaze  away  from  the  spectacle  for  long  enough  to  prompt  ally  with  her  own  challenge.   a  glimmer  in  her  eyes,  she  smirks  with  confidence.

    "we're all thinking it, i just said it." @hawkinsingenue / accepting.

[callbullshit]

it's  not  two  themselves  she's  torn  between  -  it's  what  comes  after.   steve's  who  she's  wanted,  all  that's  made  sense  before  will  byers  went  missing  &&  everything  changed.   he's  an  innocence  in  her  that's  gone,  but  one  she's  not  quite  ready  to  let  go  of.   the  notion  that  they've  made  it  through  the  storm  is  comforting,   and  in  this  moment  it's  into  that  she  leans.

“there's  nothing  else  you  need  to  say.”  she  murmurs  quietly,  unable  to  fully  meet  the  eye  mere  careful  glances.   it's  her  turn  to  talk.   “but  i  want  to  say  sorry  -  if  you'lll  let  me.”

  "there's nothing left to say." @echolaliia (s. harrington) / accepting.