𝟏𝟎 / 𝟑𝟏 / 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏

ind/low activity fear street based oc. river falk. written by kels.

[callslgns]

“ ( ... )      𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥? ”  

♡     𝚒𝚗𝚍.   /   𝚜𝚎𝚕.   𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙺,  𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃  𝙾𝙲   𝚋𝚢  𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚜.  

        𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   /   𝚙𝚜𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝. /  𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  @radicbabe​  &  @gibsonder​

[callslgns]

me holding both my tommy and river blogs: I am going to create an oc that is so Parallel

[thegoodesheriff-deactivated2021]

Finding River in his office was an unexpected turn of events after spending the day searching for him. In fact, it was the last place Nick thought the other would be. It made him give pause as he stood there with the door’s handle in hand. He blinked in surprise then softened his expression, sombering it some. “River.” His voice was dry, annoyed a little even– but he pushed past it to move further into the room so he could shut the door behind him. He shimmied out of his jacket and hung it on a rack then moved around the chair the other sat in to sit behind his desk. He stared at the younger for a long moment before giving off a quiet sigh. 

“You know the whole county’s looking for you, right?” He lifted his hands to fold onto the desk, leaning into them slight, “Folks are saying they saw you fleeing the scene.”

@callslgns​ gets a starter !!!

[callslgns]

                                          eyes  are  wild  —  residual  from  running,  and  knowing  exactly  what  was  on his  tail.  brows  furrow  with  confusion,  and  disbelief;   ❝  yeah,  i  ran.   because  i  was  fucking  chased!  i  know  what  it  looks  like.  but  i  didn’t  —  i  didn’t  do  any  of  that.  it  was  —  ❞    (  ashley  ).  your  brother,  who  slew  all  your  friends,  two  halloweens  ago  tonight.  your  brother,  who  you  held  under  the  surface  in  the  shallow  end  of  a  pool,  until  he  stopped  moving.  it  was  the  nightwing  killer,  and  ruby  lane.  it  was  fucking  all  of  them.  it  was  all  real.   it  was  insane.  you  say  that,  you’re  insane.  river’s  eyes  drop  to  the  desk,  hands  wringing  in  front  of  him.  

❝   no  offense,  sheriff  goode,  but  why  the  hell  do  you  think  i’m  here?  ❞   he  counters,  too  sharp,  too  impatient.  so,  okay,  fine,  yeah  —  his  track  record  with  the  sheriff  isn’t  particularly  glowing.  so  maybe  this  had  been  a  really,  inspiringly,  bad  idea.  maybe  there  was  no  reason  for  anyone  to  trust  his  word,  sitting  here  in  a  police  station  —  flecks  of  red  on  his  face,  on  his  jacket.  the  nausea  sweeps  up  in  an  instant,  remembering  the  sound  of  ashley’s  bat  against  the  bones  of  the  gas  station  clerk,  and  a  woman  in  the  chip  aisle,   

           (  … on  his  way  to  you.  was  it  your  fault?  of  course  it  was. )

eyes  search  the  sheriff’s  face,  tired,  and  stone-cold  sobered;   ❝  … it’s  happening  again.  it’s  not  bullshit.  the  curse  —  it’s  real.  i - it  was  real  then  and,  it’s  real  now.  ❞   he  goes  quiet, and  feels  only  cold,  down  to  the  nerves  of  his  fingers.  and  this  time,  when  he  meets  the  other’s  eyes,  he’s only  scared;   ❝ …  i  saw  it.  i  saw  the  witch’s  house.  the  names.  i  —  please.  i  need  your  help.  ❞

[callslgns]

     “     ( ... )        𝙞𝙩'𝙨  𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣,  𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩  𝙞𝙩?    ” 

 @callslgns​​   &   @radicbabe​​   &   @gibsonder​​​    

                              𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃  𝙾𝙲𝚂,  𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚋𝚢  𝙺𝙴𝙻𝚂,  𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙴,  &  𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴.

[callslgns]

iiiii added to river’s slides and also added a rough timeline for 91 / 93 events 

[callslgns]

yk... if there’s a revived verse for the squad coming back after the curse is broken. river’s brother could come back too and i just.

[evanberries-blog]

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Day 15 | 365 days of music

The Chain | Fleetwood Mac

[el-demaury]

I don’t need crazy people in my life.

[callslgns]

slaps my tags down and sprints away

[callslgns]

me: :)

me remembering 93 means ashley comes back w/ all the other undead killers after them:        ):

[gibsonder]

@callslgns: ❛  what  am  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜

        “end my whole life.” your voice is muffled against the pillows you’ve sandwiched your head between. you’re sure you look stupid, but that is beyond the point right now. it feels like your brain is trying to leak out of your tear ducts. (this one is just light, not sound. why are they never the same? absolutely ridiculous.) but death is the only solution you can use your limited brain power to find at the moment. is it melodramatic? debatably. to an outside observer, probably. 

       “i think my brain’s comin’ out of my eyes right now, so it’d be a mercy.”

accepting.

[callslgns]

                                          ❝  that  would  be  terrible  bedside  manner,  ❞   river  says,  with  a  sleepy,  wry  smile.  he  wouldn’t  dare  admit  sappiness,  but  he  was  glad  for  the  company  —  company  he  wasn’t  pretending  at  personhood  with.  but  then,  it  had  always  been  easy  with  katia,  since  they  were  kids.  she  hadn’t  ditched  him  just  yet  —  despite  the  warning  signs.

he  hums  in  consideration,  lilting  his  head  in  her  direction  —  not  that  she  can  see  him  buried  in  all  available  pillows  in  the  vicinity.   ❝  … well,  do  you  have  a  preference  in  method?  ❞   he  asks  casually,  quiet  amusement  still  evident.   ❝  if  you  want  me  to  pick  you  up  something,  you  can  just  ask,  you  know.  ❞   arms  cross  as  he  pauses  by  his  desk,  pointing  the  light  in  the  opposite  direction.  river  glances  back  at  her  over  his  shoulder;   ❝  bright  light  or  loud  sounds,  this  time?  ❞   he  pauses,  ❝  …  or,  insurmountable  existential  dread?  ❞

[soulrph]

star wars: the force awakens prompts.

" we've got company. "

" you have to hide. "

" you have to leave. "

" i'll come back for you. "

" stay here. "

" you know what i've come for. "

" i know where you come from. "

" so who talks first? you talk first? i talk first? "

" he/she/they/i/you have no respect for anyone. "

" don't follow me. "

" you're welcome. "

" i'm impressed. "

" where is it? "

" don't give up hope. "

" if you do exactly as i say, i can get you out of here. "

" why? why are you helping me? "

" i can fix this. "

" i got it. "

" up ahead! you see it? "

" oh, you gotta be kidding me! "

" oi! get off him/her/them/me! "

" where'd you get it? "

" he/she/they didn't make it. "

" i tried to help him/her/them. i'm sorry. "

" i am with the resistance. "

" i've never met a resistance fighter before. "

" i know how to run without you holding my hand! "

" follow me. "

" we can't outrun them! "

" hey! that's mine! "

" nice shot! "

" are we really doing this? "

" i don't know your name. "

" go on. tell her/him/them/me. "

" come on out of there. "

" we need your help. "

" you knew her/him/them. "

" wait, what?! "

" get below and stay there until i say so. "

" what are you gonna do? "

" what's the problem? "

" i got a bad feeling about this... "

" this was a mistake! "

" get off me! "

" i hate that guy. "

" this is not how i thought this day was gonna go. "

" he/she/they/you mean nothing to me. "

" you did great, just rest. "

" good job, kid. "

" it's true. all of it. it's all true. "

" you want my help? you're getting it. "

" you should know, i'm a big deal in the resistance. "

" you got another problem. "

" women always figure out the truth. "

" you might need this. "

" you know how to use one of these? "

" you got a lot to learn. "

" you got a name? "

" are you offering me a job? "

" why are we here again? "

" oh boy. "

" i assume you need something. "

" forgive me. "

" go home. "

" we must face them. fight them. "

" there's no chance we haven't been recognized already. "

" you don't know a thing about me. "

" we all need to run. "

" don't leave without me. "

" i'm not who you think i am. "

" i'm not a hero. "

" you looked at me like no one ever has. "

" i was ashamed of what i was. "

" take care of yourself. "

" i shouldn't have gone in there. "

" i see your eyes. you already know the truth. "

" i don't want any part of this. "

" you have to go back. "

" they're here! "

" stay out of sight. "

" traitor! "

" the girl/boy/person/man/woman i've heard so much about. "

" did you see that? "

" you changed your hair. "

" that's my jacket! "

" no, no. keep it. it suits you. "

" that was incredibly brave, what you did. "

" that sounds very scary. you must have been very brave. "

" don't do that. "

" when did that ever help? "

" listen to me, will you? "

" there's nothing more we could've done. "

" there's still light in her/him/them/you, i know it. "

" where am i? "

" you're my guest. "

" you still want to kill me/her/him/them. "

" get out of my head. "

" don't be afraid. "

" you're afraid. "

" i like this guy. "

" i did miss you. "

" some things never change. "

" get ready. "

" people are counting on us! "

" you're making a big mistake. "

" don't worry, kid. "

" we won't leave here without you/her/him/them. "

" you sure you're up for this? "

" what happened to you? did they hurt you? "

" we came back for you. "

" how did you get away? "

" i can't explain it. and you wouldn't believe it. "

" escape now, hug later. "

" we can't leave. "

" we'll meet back here. "

" you're right. that's a better idea. "

" my friend's got a bag of explosives. let's use them. "

" it would take a miracle to save us now. "

" it's too late. "

" you know it's true. "

" we miss you. "

" i know what i have to do but i don't know if i have the strength to do it. "

" will you help me? "

" thank you. "

" we're not done yet. "

" it's just us now. "

" you're a monster. "

" give it everything you've got. "

" i need some help here! "

" you need a teacher. "

" our job's done here. let's go home. "

" you've come back! "

" oh, my dear friend, how i've missed you! "

" we'll see each other again. i believe that. "

" thank you, my friend. "

[callslgns]

@radicbabe​​  said:    "  it's  just  us  now.  "  

                                           river  stills  where  he’d  been  mindlessly  looking  her  over  for  injuries.  the  apology  lodges  in  his  throat,  he  knows  he’ll  choke  if  he  tries  to  say  it  aloud;  sorry  our  friends  are  dead.  sorry  your  sister  is  dead.  sorry,  we’re  probably  next.  sorry,  it  was  my  brother,  sorry.  i  don’t  understand,  i’m  sorry.

he  swallows  the  feeling,  forcing  himself  to  steel;  ❝  … come  on.  we  have  to  go.  ❞   he  reaches  almost  blindly,  for  her  arm,  her  hand  —  needing  the  connection  as  much  as  he  needed  them  to  move  from  this  spot.  he’s  not  sure  how  his  voice  remains  steady,  and  when  his  eyes  meet  hers,  he  thinks  the  apology,  loudly,  again  and  again.  but  they  can’t  sit  here  forever.  move,  go,  away  from  here;  doesn’t  know  how  far  back  ashley  is,  doesn’t  want  to.  his  own  side  throbs,  hurts  to  breathe  where  ribs  had  crunched  against  the  length  of  a  baseball  bat.    

he  stops  walking  —   his  mind  has  finally  caught  up  to  him,  and  he’s  staring  at  dj  with  wide  eyes;  ❝  … b-back  in  the  woods.  we.  we  fucking  saw  it,  dj.  we  saw  the  witch’s  house. ❞    his  gaze  drops,  hand  dragging  through  his  hair.  the  words  want  to  stall  out  in  his  teeth.   ❝  the  graves.  everything.  it’s  all.  it’s  all  real.  and  —   i  swear  to  god,  i  don’t  know  what  happened.  he  just  came  back,  and  he.  he  was  fine,  i  —  ❞   river’s  expression  falls;  he  has  no  explanation.  ashley,  his  brother  ashley  —  who  always  stuck  up  for  him,  for  all  of  them,  who  hardly  ever  raised  a  hand  at  anyone.  who  was  fucking  going  somewhere  in  life  —  who  could  explain  that?  who  the  fuck  could  make  sense  of  tonight?

(  it’s  just  us  now  ).  and  there’s  the  choking  again,  like  he  wants  to  cry  —   or  maybe  his  body  just  thinks  it  should.  nothing  comes  up,  it’s  just  a  persisting,  rolling  nausea.  he  thinks  even  if  he  could  cry,  he  wouldn’t  —  dj,  right  now,  needed  him  not  to  lose  his  fucking  mind.  but  his  voice  quiets,  and  finally  wavers;   ❝  … i  don’t  understand.  ❞   please  believe  me,  i  didn’t  know.  

[callslgns]

i think that... ashley was probably the brother that was going places, but like he was good, probably supported river, who was definitely always a bit quieter n more of a lil nerd. the energy of gordie’s older brother in stand by me... was going off to college that yr if shit didn’t happen. river i think was very much in his shadow before everything happened. looked up to him a lot, but also people were probably always asking river why he didn’t apply himself better so he could also have a shot at getting out of shadyside? and then after the murders the shadow was more like, well his perfect brother snapped, it wouldn’t be surprising if he did too.

[callslgns]

me knowing that possession victims were chosen from people u wouldn’t expect bc they were kind or unassuming or w/e. me knowing ashley was a good older brother TT___TT  everyone probably assumes they were messing around drunk or w/e when they stumbled on the witch’s hut but i think it was more like, ashley the type to think he heard someone (the fuckin witch whispers in ur ear that everyone got in the movies…) probably told his little brother to stay outside while he went to check smth and then came back out, different, 

[callslgns]

me causing problems on purpose bc i still have all my icons from tommy: ashley falk

[callslgns]

sorting out the timeline of what happens in 91 and then what happens in 93 girl help