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stranger things meme ― [2/10] characters | jonathan byers
What? You want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?
@michaelwheeler sent “well, i needed to lash out.”
you could take it. you knew you could. you shouldn’t have to but this wasn’t the first nor the last time that someone had lashed at you. it certainly wasn’t the worst either. this was minimal on the list of things that you had already endured in your life. shoulders rise and fall, posture slumped. how could you be angry at him? how could you be angry at any of them after what they had just endured? how could you be angry at boy of fourteen, your brothers' friend. a boy with eyes that spoke of his own horrors that you could not understand.
“ so let it out. yell if you need too. ” your own voice shakes. if this were your brother, you’d say the same. you’d let him say what needed to be said.
“ just get it out but don’t live in it. ”
@cathydoll sent “i used to love this song.”
it’s paused, tape scratches. sympathetic gaze offered for a statement that you’re sure you could understand. how many songs had you heard that had now simply lost their touch? how many had been ruined for you at the hands of another? perhaps wrong of you to hold songs and people to such high standards but it was easier to lose yourself in the notes of a song and behind the click of camera shutter than it was to say words that were better left unspoken.
“ what changed? ” general curiosity. it was all you could offer next to empathy.
@nancyrw said “you don’t find it miraculous that two people like us forged any kind of bond?”’
miraculous was certainly high up on the list of words that you’d use to describe it. although, it was still something that remained stunning to you. despite the reality of it all, the trials that had near forced you to closer in this capacity, despite it all - you were still amazed. how long ago had it been that nancy was simply the girl in the school hallway that you passed by? the one that had seemed more focused on steve, despite the bond that your younger siblings had held. was this all miraculous, indeed it was. miraculous that you could be sitting here, with her, in the front seat of your car.
“ i didn’t say that i didn’t, did i? ” cheeks flushed, the burn. your hands rest on steering wheel, gaze locked forward despite the fact that your vehicle remained with gear shift in the parked position. two people like us. two people like us. the words play loop in your brain, like a cassette tape that begged to be unravelled. quiet boy, you, yourself - were often unravelled. often tattered and worn. people like you. war torn and filled with a rage for a common enemy. ( would she have granted you a second look had it not been for this? no. you are meant for the shadows. )
gaze shifts, eyes set on studying her face, inhaling sharply. you owed her more than casual silence, more than casual answers. nancy wheeler deserved more than what anyone could give, you knew this. she had lost too much already - but hadn’t you as well?
“ it’s a goddamn miracle, nancy. can i ask a question? ” hesitant. speak even though your voice shakes.
“ would we still be sitting here if none of this happened? ”
Self care is stupid I want to beat my dad with his own bones
plotting call.
y’all. i need to make jonathan icons but i’m literally so lazy. like i might stay iconless.
plotting call.
@auroreis sent “‘i just feel bad. i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.” from will.
sorrow reigns / sorrow consumes. seen enough that you know it’s hard to sleep at night. nearly lost him not once - but nearly three times. enough to make your heart tighten and lungs collapse if he was out later than usual. never comfortable unless you were driving him too and from places, knowing well enough that he was safe within your watchful eye. however, you could never mutter these things. never find the words to tell will that it still scared a bit to see him leave, never wanted to let him how fear gripped your heart -- how fear nearly suffocated you in the moments that you watched him suffer. the moments that you watched him scream and thrash as his body became nothing but a vessel for an otherworldly being.
never wanted to tell will that the thought of him never making it home was nearly too much to bear.
“ you don’t have to worry about me, buddy. ” a quick deflection from the question at hand. “ i was thinking about going on an adventure today, did you want to come along for the journey? ”
stranger things season one ( 2016 - ) sentence starters ↪ joyce byers edition. alter as you see fit
“where the hell are they?”
“i will see you tonight.”
“i told you this a thousand times!”
“i can’t believe you, sometimes.”
“i have been waiting here over an hour.”
“he has nothing to do with this.”
“what about the other time?”
“anybody home?”
“i changed my mind.”
“who the hell is this?”
“bitch!”
“i know i haven’t been there for you.”
“‘i just feel bad. i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.”
“you can’t do this to yourself.”
“this was not your fault.”
“i feel it in my heart.”
“you have to trust me on this, okay?”
“i can’t eat.”
“i don’t want you to go alone.”
“you’re saying that’s not weird?”
“who would do that?”
“it was not a prank.”
“you think i’m - i’m making this up?”
“oh, come on! you’re wasting your time.”
“i heard something else.”
“just tell me where you are, honey.”
“can you show him what you showed me?”
“something is going on here!”
“maybe if i get more lamps …”
“okay, i’m sorry.”
“uh, you wanna come in?”
“we’re having electrical problems.”
“she shouldn’t be here.”
“i need you to leave.”
“okay, baby, talk to me.”
“what should i do?”
“no, you don’t understand.”
“it was almost human, but it wasn’t.”
“it had these long arms and it didn’t have a face.”
“you’re talking about grief. this is different.”
“i swear to you, i know what i saw.”
“i understand, but god - i need you to believe me. please.”
“just go home, [name].”
“i know it sounds crazy. i sound crazy! you think i don’t know that?”
“i don’t care if anyone believes me!”
“i am not gonna stop looking for him until i find him and bring him home.”
“tell me where you are.”
“i need you to hide.”
“our hands were almost touching.”
“don’t look at me like that.”
“you never cared about him. you never did!”
“i can’t believe i fell for this.”
“oh brother, i have not needed you for a long time!”
“don’t you dare.”
“what the hell is going on, [name]?”
“look, we gotta go through this again.”
“you didn’t say there was a drawing.”
“was it a good drawing?”
“you may have seen him on the news.”
“that could’ve been covered up.”
“what, you’re sorry? that is not good enough, [name]!”
“that’s not even close. that’s not even in the ballpark.”
“this is not yours to fix alone.”
“you act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not.”
“you’re not alone.”
“you’re a very brave girl. you know that, don’t you?”
“thank you.”
“listen, i am gonna be there with you the whole time.”
“if it ever gets too scary … you just let me know, okay?”
“it’s okay. it’s okay.”
“i got you. don’t be afraid. i’m right here with you.”
“you tell him i’m coming.”
“just hold on a little longer.”
“you did so good.”
“it’s in the woods behind our house.”
“are you kidding me?”
“i’m going!”
“i know who you are. i know what you’ve done.”
“you left him in that place to die!”
“now you’re asking for my help?”
“go to hell.”
“what is this?”
“honey, just breathe.”
“is that my house?”
“this way.”
“he’s not breathing. he’s not breathing!”
“i love you so much. i love you more than anything in the world.”
“please, please come back to me.”
“i need you to wake up now. i need you to breathe.”
“hi, sweetheart.”
“oh, this is just so overcooked.”
“the potatoes are runny.”
“hey, no more snooping.”
“we’ll have to see, won’t we?”
would anyone care if i went iconless for a bit until i’m motivated to make some?
destination wedding ( 2018 ) sentence starters ↪ alter as you see fit
“that’s a nice dress.”
“this airline has an excellent arrival-departure record.”
“you came up alongside me, you know, with your jacket and your face and charm, and you just, you know, talked to me for a strategic amount of time, established your position, and then just casually, blatantly stepped in front of me.”
“oh my g- you just did it again!”
“you are part and parcel of a world that no longer has any idea how to behave itself.”
“do you have a special need?”
“i need to be … over there.”
“this one does not appear to have a working notch.”
“if i see you at a restaurant, i’ll go to another restaurant.”
“oh, you’re even worse than he said.”
“don’t do that, don’t dangle an injurious tidbit and then snatch it away.”
“well, i needed to lash out.”
“see, this only works if one of you actually is a big person.”
“‘closed’ is not the same thing as closure.”
“i can’t remember dreaming.”
“i don’t wanna be a person you don’t know where to stick.”
“she’s a tall glass of hemlock.”
“how can we be allowed to feel so much for people who don’t feel anything for us?”
“well, this person shot me, so …”
“he said i was the embodiment of all his bad choices.”
“dad jumped out of a seventh-floor window and mom considered them all square.”
“i’m all fucked up and i always will be.”
“you don’t stop loving a person just because they injure you.”
“love has nothing to do with like.”
“i want him to have a long life, during which he is miserable every single day before slowly dying of regret.”
“don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?”
“i believe there’s nobody for anyone.”
“this is the slowest i have ever been carried.”
“i used to love this song.”
“i never said i wasn’t a tone-deaf narcissist.”
“well, I’m sorry if my brand of pain is out of vogue, but it’s all i got.”
“how about if we both run and nobody stays and fights?”
“don’t tell me you’re secretly noble.”
“god, do you even know how long it’s been since i’ve been touched with affection by another human being?”
“sometimes, i feel the absence of pain, which at this point feels like pleasure, or at least pleasure’s little cousin.”
“no, not “no.” i’m just a very negative person. i’m expressing incredulity!”
“i want all the drinks poured directly down my gullet.”
“i’ve always wondered why they give you two glasses even when you’re traveling alone.”
“i’m not wearing anything under my pajamas.”
“we want to believe that there’s some high-minded, cosmic meaning behind love, but the truth is we’re drawn to, and make most of our decisions based upon, shapes we find appealing, and colors and textures and smells and tastes and spatial relations.”
“because being, as bad as it is, is better than not being.”
“i’m just evaluating your qualifications as an ongoing love interest.”
“because connection is precious, therefore, it is immoral to just treat each other like dalliances, even if that’s what we wind up being.”
“you might want to shake out the pringle fragments.”
“how about if i keep my mind open to the possibility of keeping my mind open to the possibility of keeping my mind open?”
“i didn’t want it to end on a bad note. also, you’re in the next room. it would have been spectacularly awkward.”
“but at some point there’s just not enough optimism left inside a person to sustain something like this, you know?”
“well, i’m going to shove some tissues up my nostrils and take a shower.”
“on the off, off chance that i ever have a wedding, i would never make anyone travel to it.”
“i was so enjoying the silence.”
“try as i might, i cannot get behind wine in screw-top bottles.”
“what if we’re falling in love?”
“you don’t find it miraculous that two people like us forged any kind of bond?”
“okay, but deep down, in your broken, miserable gut, don’t you want something that’s pure and in its own grotesque way, beautiful?”
“i’m laughing out of affection.”
“we shouldn’t exchange contact information.”
“why didn’t we meet seven years ago?”
“there are other people in the world.”
“i hope our flight’s on time.”
“and now you’re casting me as the author of a byzantine conspiracy theory of a machiavellian land grab designed to usurp your position on an aircraft that has eight seats.”
“ i thought this was my closet.”
WHEN YOU CAPTURE THE RIGHT MOMENT - IT SAYS MORE.
highly selective.
tag drop. all my tags are basic because im Stress.
rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body