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𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧.

[claeric]

what if...i revamped...ahahha..jkjk.......unless?

[claeric]

• ₊° ˗ˏˋ !  →   𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄.

*  >   // :  CLAERIC   (  will byers  )

“  this .  ”   she   presents   to   him   a   glossy   page .   taken   from   a   magazine ,   one   of   the   ones   from   those   mystery   subscriptions .   the   kind   no   one   ever   paid   for   but   still   somehow   they   manage   to   find   their   way   rolled   up   like   a   fly   swatter   in   your   mailbox .   joyce   didn’t   like   to   throw   things   away .   joyce   liked   to   save   things   she   didn’t   want   to   look   at   in   brown   boxes ,   liked   to   stack   them   in   high   up   piles   in   places   out   of   sight .   the   attic ,   the   shed .   jane   found   this   magazine   in   a   box   she   labeled   a   long   time   ago .   ‘  junk   mail  ’ .

the   page ,   worn   and   wrinkled ,   was   torn   in   a   fashion   that   left   all   sides   uneven .   the   picture   was   therefore   isolated            a   child’s   fort,   built   slapdash   using   long   pieces   of   wood .   it   sat   among   trees ,   a   blue   blanket   roof   top   to   offer   poor   shelter   to   a   boy   grinning   at   a   book   underneath .   “  i   want   to   make   this .  ”   /   @claeric

he    hasn’t    felt    quite    himself    since    hawkins    ---    the    distance    between    cleric    &    his    party    was    enough    to    disquiet    &    toss    him    from    axis    wholly.    aimless     days    were    blank    pages,    lonesome    cleric    marooning    his    time    with    one    composition    after    another    depicting    previous    campaigns,    adventures,    fun.                  the    voice    that    disrupts    quiet    train    of    thought    is    not    unwelcome    ---    the    warmth    &    sincerity    in    tone    draws     out    shadow    of    a    smile   from    will    ;    he    takes    the    tear    out    with    care,    smooths    it    against    his    leg    as    eyes    scour    printed    image.    there’s    a    strain   on    his  heart.    NO    ;    immediately    the    request    struggles    to    settle    on    bent,    scrawny    shoulders.    castle    byers   hangs    over    him    with   an    air    of    loss.                 ❛❛  you    want    to    make    a    fort    ?  ❜❜           william    pulls    gaze    away    from    beaming    boy    to   jane.    MAYBE,    consideration    circles.    there    was    no    want    or    will    for    a    fort    for    himself,    but    jane    ?    the    security    &    warmth    of    a    place    you    constructed   yourself    ;    giving    that    to    her,    as    jonathan    had   to    him,    might    do    them    both    some    good.            ❛❛  it’d    have    to    be    pretty    close    to    the    house,    mom’ll    worry    too    much    otherwise.    is    that    okay    with    you    ?  ❜❜

[indiemovies]

1x08 // 2x02 // 3x08

[claeric]

@dungeoir | starter call

                 ❛❛  MY  MOM  RENTED  US  CREEPSHOW,  you  up  for  it  ?  ❜❜ 

[dailystrangerthings]

Tell that to the villagers crying for your help. The children so frightened they cannot sleep. Are you truly going to let them perish? Or are you going to come to their rescue and become the heroes you were always meant to be?

[claeric]

i do wish that will’s destruction of castle byers had been addressed or even referenced outside of the incident. i understand that will forgave them pretty quickly, but we’re talking about a kid we never saw really ever get upset before (in a normal context) and he was So So worked up that he destroyed his kind of security blanket?

[claeric]

                                  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

will’s experience is one that he cannot share. not only would it be incredibly difficult for him to articulate, there is nobody that would really understand what he had gone through. on top of this inability to really express himself, will is not the kind of person that is comfortable sharing his burden with the people around him. primarily, will’s goal in coping is to simply move on. while he doesn’t talk about what happened or relay his issues ( or his episodes ) partly because of the aforementioned short stop of verbalizing them, the big player is that he simply doesn’t want to linger on it. he does not want to think about it. his life is a constant refresher on what he went through and he cannot stand it. while angry is a little strong of a word for it, i have to use it in his feelings toward his loved ones. being treated differently than he used to be gets at him. even had he not expressed this to jonathon, it’s easy reading in the way he closes himself off from his mother, from hopper, for awhile, jonathon as well. his classmates tiptoe around him, his friends ( excluding mike ), treat him with kid gloves, and will cannot stand it. i think he really would have ignored his episodes as long as he could. both for his own sake and the sake of his friends and family. he would have gladly endured coughing up a hundred slugs and briefly being back in the upside down if it meant nobody around him mentioned it again, if he could just be the normal boy he is and be treated as such.

[claeric]

Even    without    really    talking    to    him,    I    knew    the    type.    He    was    exactly    the    kind    of    boy    that    other    boys    always    made    fun    of.    The    idea    of    him    as    some    kind    of    undead    monster    was    so    ridiculous    it    was    actually    a    little    scary,   like    the    twist    ending    to    a    story     ...    No matter how hard I stared at Will, he just looked tired and shy and a little bit worried.

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐍.

[claeric]

will acting like a normal (embarrassing) 14 year old boy this season is the only thing i’m asking for.

[quietbrother]

[claeric]

not trying to be dramatic but @traumnas is very talented and i think we should All Decide to stan

[claeric]

• ₊° ˗ˏˋ !  → 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

GARBLED  WHISPERS  SEEP  IN     and  out  of  temporal  sores ,  intelligible  only   (   we  all  want  to  meet  you ,  will   )   for  a  scintilla  of  seconds .     youth ,  which  dwelt  ‘low  the  dreich  and  damp  the  cleric  trip - traps .     their  pitches  hiked  with  the  howler  winds .    not  an  overture  to  winter ,   the  boding  of  something  other .     labyrinthine  trees ,   all  bare  and  brittle ,   give  way  to  castle’s  silhouette   ━━   and  this  otherness  fore  it .    midst  a  bed  of  blackened  leaves ,   the  dancing  clown ,   who  oscillates  wildly  in  place .    rhythmless  with  unreason .    It  stalls ,   stares  at  him ,   stilted  in  his  path .

❝   hello ,  will  byers .   ❞         with  that  nasally  twang ,  there’s  an  oneiric  shift .    liminal  edges  are  razed  to  blurs ,   the  clown  a  stark  centrepiece  ;     It  doesn’t  belong .    lank  limbs ,  twined  with  cheery  bells ,  shiver  as  disjointed  noise .     mockery ,   for  the  cold  is  lost  on  It .        ❝   you’ll  catch  yer  duh - duh - death   out  here ,   will  byers .   ❞     /   @claeric  🎈

                      HE  NEEDS  TO  BE  ALONE  SOMETIMES.    most    times,    it    felt.    in    dormant    hush    of    autumn,    traces    of    that    week    float    abysmally    all    around    him.    even    within    the    secure    walls    of    will    the    wise’s    steady    abode    ---    young    scrape    of    a    lad    can    only    idly    surf    through    radio    stations    in    the     vacant    hope    of    landing     something    to    lift    his    wearied    spirit.                    beyond    the    static    jolts    of    bon    jovi,    mild    &&    pleading    whispers    slip    to    him    in    such    a    soft,    melodic    frequency    that    boy    is    drawn    to    push    back    striped    &&    threadbare    sheet    to    peer    into    coma    quiet    woods.    the    sight    that    befalls    him    momentarily    unravels    his    frayed    genesis.                       ❛❛  NOT  FROM  THE  COLD.  ❜❜            volume    of    the    words    does    not    surpass    nearly    muted    radio,    but    his    voice    (    his    locked    gaze    )    does    not    waver.    all    joviality    is    lost    in    its    whirling,    lifeless    dance.    cleric’s    chest    seizes    up,    doe    like    eyes,    despite    his    bone    -    deep    dread,    do    not    shift    from    predatory    amber.        ❛❛  castle    byers    is    friendly    only    territory.  ❜❜

[claeric]

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[eggogorgon]

[elevenspower]

bob newby + being an amazing father figure to will

[claeric]

not to be emo or anything but will’s mild manners are a result of growing up in a single parent home and you cannot tell me otherwise. he and jonathon both are clearly trying so hard to not make any extra trouble for joyce and that attitude bleeds into the rest of his life and relationships. however, will is not a doormat, he doesn’t let people walk over him. especially, since fanon doesn’t seem to understand, he doesn’t just nod and go with whatever mike says. if mike is in the wrong, will says he is. he is quiet about it, the boys talk over him, but will speaks up.

[claeric]

• ₊° ˗ˏˋ !  → 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑

❛          OKAY,   OKAY,    HERE’S  A  QUESTION        for  ya.          choose  veeeeeeery  carefully,   will  the  wise.          ❜          challenge  as  it  may  sound,   lucas  is  scouting.          a  boy  who  takes  pride  in  his  friendships  and  the  bonds  that  be,   who’s  been  raised  in  the  ways  of  gift - giving  and  mutual  affection.          in  light  of  birthdays  ahead  and  the  pure  ability  to  say     ‘   i  gotcha  something   !   ‘     he  enlists  in  the  subtle  clues  from  his  peers.

❛          which  one’s  better     :     transformers  or  cabbage  patch  kids   ?          ❜

*   @claeric   /   sɹǝʎq llᴉʍ.   ♡

       ❝   C.    none    of    the    above.  ❞       trick    questions    tend    to    land    in    cleric’s    lap    ---    he    won’t    be    fooled    or    constrained    with    limited    options.    thin   fingers    wrap    around    &&&     grip    straps    of    sagging    backpack    as    grin    is    turned    on    ally    beside.      ❝   I    SAY    CRAYONS.    transformers    are    cool,    too,    but    cabbage    patch    kids    are    kinda    creepy.    THEY   LOOK    LIKE   THEY’RE   HIDING    SOMETHING.   ---     what    do    you    think    ?    transformers    or    creepy    patch    kids    ?  ❞