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after long consideration, i’m going to archive this blog and move to a new one to start anew. a fresh start just feels ..like a really good shower, ya know. anyways, you’ll find me over @anndskota from now on. 

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[  …  ]      i  say,  you’re  asking  me  to  𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙾𝚁,  which,  if  i’m  totally  straight  with  you  i  think  is  a  really  bad  idea.  but  uh  the  shire,  the  shire  is  burning.  so  mordor  it  is.  

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i  pretty  much  won  right

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@the-immortals-assistant​​          :          ‘  i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk.  ’ for eddie          [     STRANGER THINGS: THE GATE     ]

AND THERE IT WAS.  the sting of humiliation and betrayal. had he not humbled himself and accepted her in the hellfire club? to become a part of his little flock and partake in their wednesday gatherings.

“... says the mtv punk with the blue hair. ” a jean jacket vest atop a leather jacket, both scattered with band pins of megadeath and motorhead, ring adorned palms that were clasped together. eddie munson’s eyes squinted to a close before his lanky body leapt up from his throne in the drama room. [ and drama there was. utmost theatrics the way the metalhead sashayed to the youngling and swung an arm around her, pointing a finger back at his throne. ]

“ don’t blow it, kiddo. you’ve been accepted into our ranks. it is the highest honour to join hellfire and fight lord vecna. ”

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@the-immortals-assistant​​          :          ‘  girls this age are dumb.  ’ for sam          [     STRANGER THINGS: THE GATE     ] 

was she referring to miss perfect carol and tina, sitting on the hood of their cars as they ogled footballers and wannabe punks? or the housewives of loch nora with their teased hair and manicured nails whose sole mornings were spent gossiping?

“ can’t tell which one’s worse. ” and with that samantha whitmore, hair tousled, the sun starting to burn on her exposed skin, flipped a middle finger at miss popular sitting on a bench not far from sam and fish.

[ carol’s lilted  ‘ ZOMBIE GI-I-I-RL’ in her usual sing-song tone had sam at the edge of her seat, anger welling up in her chest. ]

“ notice how all assholes are redheads? carol, nicole, vicki. it’s a sign. don’t trust redheads. ”

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✰   —  —  —  STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  i never gave up on you.  ’ ‘  i called you every night.  ’ ‘  what the hell is this? where have you been?  ’ ‘  let’s talk. alone.  ’ ‘  so i should be thanking you then?  ’ ‘  no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay!  ’ ‘  you stupid, disgusting, lying piece of shit!  ’ ‘  oh, you like these pearls?  ’ ‘  you’re a real lifesaver, you know that?  ’ ‘  how is this important right now?  ’ ‘  it’s not important. i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  you should go with him.  ’ ‘  no one’s leaving anyone.  ’ ‘  i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’ ‘  turns out i’m a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’ ‘  just be careful, alright?  ’ ‘  i can’t lose you again.  ’ ‘  you won’t lose me.  ’ ‘  you promise?  ’ ‘  promise.  ’ ‘  so what, we’re just not gonna talk about it, huh?  ’ ‘  i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk.  ’ ‘  i’m not mad, i just wanna know where you’ve been. that’s all.  ’ ‘  i… i shouldn’t have left.  ’ ‘  no, this isn’t on you. i should’ve been there.  ’ ‘  sometimes i feel like i’m just some kind of black hole or something.  ’ ‘  the blackhole got her. and somehow, i’ve just been scared, you know? i’ve just been scared that it’d take you too.  ’ ‘  i’m so sorry. for everything.  ’ ‘  i can be so… so… stupid. just really stupid.  ’ ‘  i don’t hate it, by the way.  ’ ‘  bitchin’.  ’ ‘  okay… sure. bitchin’.  ’ ‘  is this really necessary?  ’ ‘  this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. we can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? it’s not a dog.  ’ ‘  okay, first of all, this is not some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.   ’ ‘  right– so my point is… right, yeah.  ’ ‘  we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do.  ’ ‘  yeah, and then we all die!  ’ ‘  no, that’s not a point of view, man. that’s a fact.  ’ ‘  oh yeah? that’s a no.  ’ ‘  hey! hey! hey! this is not happening.  ’ ‘  no, no, no, no, no. no buts.  ’ ‘  i promised i’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.  ’ ‘  we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.  ’ ‘  i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.  ’ ‘  he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us.  ’ ‘  am i dreaming or is that you?  ’ ‘  yeah, it’s me. don’t cream your pants.  ’ ‘  what are you doing here, amigo?  ’ ‘  doesn’t ring a bell. sorry, buddy.  ’ ‘  you know, i don’t know, this whole situation here is giving me the heebie-jeebies.  ’ ‘  man, were you dropped too much as a child or what?  ’ ‘  i don’t know what you don’t understand about what i just said.  ’ ‘  looks like you got some fire in you after all!  ’ ‘  yes, kick his ass! murder that son of a bitch!  ’ ‘  you little shit, what did you do?  ’ ‘  are you sure this is a good idea?  ’ ‘  let’s kill this son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight.  ’ ‘  they were gonna leave you behind, but i promised you’d be cool, okay?  ’ ‘  everybody shut up! i’m trying to focus!  ’ ‘  what’s happening? it hurts!  ’ ‘  let me go!  ’ ‘  oh, no… you guys.   ’ ‘  hey, where do you think you’re going.  ’ ‘  what are you, deaf? hello!  ’ ‘  we are not going down there right now, i made myself clear!  ’ ‘  this ends right now!  ’ ‘  you’re upset, i get it.  ’ ‘  the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance.  ’ ‘  i know you promised them that you’d keep us safe, so keep us safe.  ’ ‘  whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey, hey! i don’t think so.  ’ ‘  any of you shits die down here, i’m getting the blame.  ’ ‘  got it, dipshit?  ’ ‘  from here on out, i’m leading the way.  ’ ‘  those suckers got you pretty good, huh?  ’ ‘  it’s not working. it’s not working! are you listening to me?  ’ ‘  you’re killing him!  ’ ‘  you remember me?  ’ ‘  that was a pretty douchey thing to do.  ’ ‘  you did good. you did so good.  ’ ‘  sometimes i impress even myself.  ’ ‘  what’s so important about one night?  ’ ‘  do you always have to be filming everything?  ’ ‘  you look so handsome!  ’ ‘  we should, you know, get out there… like, do our thing.  ’ ‘  yeah, i love it, but not as much as i love you.  ’ ‘  get out of my room!  ’ ‘  see? pretty.  ’ ‘  you don’t care.  ’ ‘  i don’t care.  ’ ‘  there you go. you’re learning, my friend.  ’ ‘  hey, come on. you look great, okay? you look great!  ’ ‘  you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.  ’ ‘  yeah, uh… don’t do that, okay?  ’ ‘  holy shit! what happened to you?  ’ ‘  are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker?  ’ ‘  wanna dance?  ’ ‘  you’re my favorite.  ’ ‘  you’ve always been my favorite.  ’ ‘  girls this age are dumb.  ’ ‘  how are you holding up?  ’ ‘  yeah, that feeling never goes away.  ’ ‘  it is true what they say, you know. every day it does get a little easier.  ’

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@cryptales​ said: “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!” Eddie

“Don’t be such a baby,” retorted Fish as she handed him a towel. The bathtub was covered in blue stains, making it look like a smurf had died in there. Instead, it was Eddie’s black hair that had expired, now replaced by a brightly mane of blue hair. Not unlike Fish’s own hair color. 

The sink was still covered in various bottles of hair bleach, dye, and used gloves -also tainted blue. In fact, even Fish’s fingers were stained.

“You’re the one who asked me to dye your hair! No refunds, big boy,” a little grin, “besides, I’ve been dyeing my hair ever since I was like 10 years old, I know what I’m doing.”

Finally, a little mirror was handed to Eddie. 

“I think you look good.”

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“ m’not a baby.” he was, in fact, a loudly whining, wiggling and bitchin’ baby who maybe hadn’t really put much thought into his plan. leave it up to fish to smack the pungent reeking dye on his head and call it a day. [ spice things up. a fresh change ahead of corroded coffin’s gig at the hideout, with their crowd about as lively and cheery as hawkins’ annual bingo nights at the public library. ]  

“ jeez! i didn’t say blue. DID I SAY BLUE?! ” her little smug grin only spurred his high-pitched outburst, his fingers gripping his blue strands until they were sticking up in all directions. a goddamn nest of tousled blue. his eyes met hers in the mirror before he pivoted around, his eyes narrowed to slits.

“ it’s giving vice squad meets ozzy osbourne.” he looked dismayed, his face tightened up before a small smirk slowly played on eddie’s lips, shortly breaking into a bright and toothy grin. “ you’re lucky i’m starting to dig it, kid. not sure what the drunks at the hideout will say about that. ”

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PLOTTING  CALL  for  my  stranger  things  muses  -  eddie  munson,  samantha  whitmore  and  francine  lachance.

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tags     :     francine  lachance,  stranger things oc based on the comic six. 

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there  is  something  really  heartbreaking  about  samantha  developing  crushes  on  the  girls  at  hawkins  high  school  only  for  them  to  fucking  die.  first  heather  holloway,  then  chrissy  cunningham.  the  mindflayer  really  said  you're  not  gonna  get  an  ounce  of  peace  and  quiet  after  your  escape  from  the  upside  down  and  it's  showing.  she's  not  important  like  will  byers  or  eleven.  she  just  constantly  exists  in  limbo  between  hawkins  and  the  upside  down,  and  in  season  four,  she's  dangled  right  in  front  of  vecna.

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Kiana Madeira as Deena Johnson in Fear Street Part 1: 1994 (2021)

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joseph quinn as eddie munson

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tags     :     eddie  munson  from  stranger  things: volume 4.

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*     exsanguinatedserenity     :     father  paul.

The mental image alone is powerful enough to send a shudder hopping down the length of his spine, a reaction thankfully concealed by the dark. And still, even the most vivid imagination holds no candle to seeing such a tragedy with one’s own eyes. An atrocity. War is one of those creations of man and God alike that he will never understand the true purpose of. Will never wrap his head around the need for it. WAR is far worse than HELL, in his opinion. Those condemned to an eternity of fire and brimstone know what they did to get there. There are no innocent bystanders. But war? War is chock full of them.

“ … I’m very sorry you had to see that, Esther. ” What else does one SAY in this situation, truly? When they have not bore witness to such horror for themselves? When they don’t know what this is like? She’s not quite yet confessing sins, more so baring the entirety of her soul. He treads carefully. “ I, uh— I don’t pretend to have all the answers to how or why God works the way He does, but I will be honest with you and say that, even if I did… In that scenario, I’d refuse to understand why it was necessary to any greater plan He might have. Truly, I can’t understand why it would be His doing at all. ” 

Head bows, eyes steady on the dull shine of his dress shoes, hands still folded in his lap. “ What your mother did to you, said to you, though — ” The man who is not Father Paul swallows down the thick coil of remorse threatening to choke his words. He had no idea what was truly happening in the belly of that house and SO MANY TIMES he elected to never make it his business. He wishes now that he did. “ Our God is not a God that seeks or wants to punish you, Esther. For anything. He is in the business of love, of forgiveness. Confession would have no purpose otherwise. ”  A licensed therapist he is not. And still, it doesn’t take one to see that what the young woman needs most right now is not absolution, but reassurance. “ And it is not your responsibility to suffer for the sins of your mother. Both He and I know that. ”

it was so terribly easy to rebuke everything father paul uttered : every syllable, every phrase handpicked from the bible and memorized. god does not punish, but he did. god is love and forgiveness, but he wasn’t. it’s unfair for the both of them. the construct she had erected in her head, bitter and resentful, gave him no room and no chance to make her think otherwise.

“ does genesis not teach us that god once planned to destroy humanity? destroyed flesh of all life. ” the darkness within the confessional was heavy, impenetrable, robbing her of oxygen. i need a cigarette, she thought. absently, her fingertips ghosted over her parched lips.

“ if this isn’t god’s will, whose will is it? the devil’s? your religion’s rarely about god, or forgiveness. it’s only about subjugation.” esther grew silent, again and again until heaving lungs and rustling fabric could be heard.

“what i'm sayin' is.. i dunno what i’m saying. do you never struggle? do you never doubt? s’okay. beverly isn’t here. no one is. ”

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ANA DE ARMAS IN DEEP WATER (2022)

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haven’t had the chance to write my boi fjall yet, but he’s already the only muse who has five verses in total. i offer thee the witcher, marvel, far cry and red dead redemption and he’s a cult leader in almost all of them. 

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*     harkcr     :     jeremy  murray.

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably under Yennefer’s stare. He was not, despite prevailing belief among Foundation interns, a cruel man. His propensity for deals and propositions were a desperate snatch at control, but they were always fair.

“However it might seem, Yennefer, I do exert occasional control over my family’s foundation.” he replied, sitting back with a sigh. “You leave, we won’t follow you. If we catch word of you in the future, we’ll pretend we never heard it, do I make myself clear? We’ll deny any damned knowledge of your existence.”

…and was there a part of him that would miss her? Or if not Yennefer herself, than the woman he’d believed her to be. Their afternoon coffee runs, their leisurely sessions of bickering in tiny cafes. A semblance of friendship he hadn’t had in years–

Jeremy paused and leaned forward, realising as he did so that it would be his job to ask the questions, his job to catalogue to damned answers. Each step towards progress on the Foundation pipeline was a step towards Jeremy’s personal nightmare.

“As I am forced to remind myself every fucking day: this place cage wasn’t built to house you.”

“ occasional control.” clipped and on point, reminding him of his failure only with the slight curl to her lips and her calculated gaze watching him with interest. 

no, not interest. more so for her own amusement to watch him squirm under her gaze.  yennefer of vengerberg blissfully enjoyed the subtle change to his demeanour. he was still the jeremy murray she had met when she had only been very normal and very human yennefer. they had bickered, fought, snapped and mocked each other, just like this very instance, only that she was certain that she smelled something akin to fear. fear and disappointment? 

“ tell me, jeremy, does it disgust you? the revelation that you enjoyed the company of a vampire? not much of a difference now. i’m still the yennefer whose company you enjoyed. ” her head tilted, legs crossing at a tantalizing space. 

“ ask away, jeremy. ”