resident burn out

christy henderson. big sister. burn out. {indie 'stranger things' oc read rules & about}

[hendersis]

have i seen any of the new season? no. i'm waiting until it's all out and even then, i'm not rushing.

but dear god i have christy feelings from what i have seen (i'm not afraid of spoilers)

[hendersis]

unsure if i want to revamp/reboot christy or just add her to my multi over on anomaliae

[hendersis]

Provided the forecast for Thursday and Friday is correct, I will likely write Christy things or at least get the ball rolling on revamping her.

Give this a like as a tentative plotting call?

I'll try to make time regardless, but staying home would really boost what I can do.

[hendersis]

Provided the forecast for Thursday and Friday is correct, I will likely write Christy things or at least get the ball rolling on revamping her.

Give this a like as a tentative plotting call?

I'll try to make time regardless, but staying home would really boost what I can do.

[hendersis]

am i weirdly back in the mood for christy? yeah

work sucks most of my time but i think i want to write when i have the time and christy is just a fun mess. 

[hendersis]

am i weirdly back in the mood for christy? yeah

work sucks most of my time but i think i want to write when i have the time and christy is just a fun mess. 

[schruutes]

So, yesterday Dwight found half a joint in the parking lot, which is unfortunate, because, as it turns out, Dwight finding drugs is more dangerous than most people using drugs.

[loverslanetm]

hendersis :

“What constitutes as “shady” to you?” Christy inquired with a furrowed brow. “Like, hypothetically, if I got my stuff from a nineteen year old in Indianapolis, is that shady?” There was very little her sister could say that would deter her from stopping. It was truly the only thing that kept her going in such a dead-end town. A lazy grin spread over the younger Henderson daughter’s lips. “I don’t need to head out anywhere. I never do. I might be a stoner, but I’m not irresponsible.” 

“It would be shady if the guy would try to sell you other stuff…or he would put perservatives in it..you know often they spray the weed with hairspray so it looks like it didn’t lose moisture.” She explained before taking another sip. “ So..please be careful about your sources , okay? I don’t want you to get hurt. I know i cant stop you from doing what you want to do but i just want you to be safe.” This was a statement someone would hear from their mom but she always had the tendency to treat her siblings like they were her kids..maybe it’s because she grew up so fast or maybe because she just…wanted them to be okay and not..end up like their parents..miserable and divorced. 

[hendersis]

“I’m not a total idiot, Alex. I know how to differentiate between good weed and bad weed.” Years of being hooked on the stuff made her savvier than most teenagers. Others would nervously meet their dealer in a parking lot. Christy just went up to his front door. She knew the questions to ask. A soft snort left her as she lulled her head to the side a bit. “Listen, if it’s the weed that kills me, I’d say that’s a pretty good way to go. Beats whatever bullshit that’s been going on around here.” 

[loverslanetm]

hendersis :

@loverslanetm​ // made this on a whim don’t feel obligated i just love hendersisters

“On a scale of one to ten, how cool are you with weed? Follow up question. How cool are you with having your sister smoke weed…hypothetically, of course.” Christy was already high. Dustin was familiar with her habits, but she had yet to break the news to Alex. Part of her wondered how the Golden Henderson Girl would react. 

She blinked as the other asked. Leaning against the counter behind her and takign a sip of coffee before answering. “ I mean….It’s your body. Personally i wouldn’t do it. But…as long as you don’t get it from shady sources i think..i could tolerate it.” She didn’t want to flat out say no because she knew it wasn’t as horrible as people made it out to be…back at college a few jocks she met also smoked weed and they seemed..nice enough. “ And Judging by your pupils…you smoked a little bit ago right? Just..don’t drive. I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.” 

[hendersis]

“What constitutes as “shady” to you?” Christy inquired with a furrowed brow. “Like, hypothetically, if I got my stuff from a nineteen year old in Indianapolis, is that shady?” There was very little her sister could say that would deter her from stopping. It was truly the only thing that kept her going in such a dead-end town. A lazy grin spread over the younger Henderson daughter’s lips. “I don’t need to head out anywhere. I never do. I might be a stoner, but I’m not irresponsible.” 

[hendersis]

@loverslanetm​ // made this on a whim don’t feel obligated i just love hendersisters

“On a scale of one to ten, how cool are you with weed? Follow up question. How cool are you with having your sister smoke weed...hypothetically, of course.” Christy was already high. Dustin was familiar with her habits, but she had yet to break the news to Alex. Part of her wondered how the Golden Henderson Girl would react. 

[hailesteinfeld]

haileesteinfeld camera roll deep dive

[runforrecovery]

Been A While // Cash & Christy

[runforrecovery]

hendersis‌:

She wanted to bite back again. She wanted to make a snap about the flowers. She wanted to call him out for neglecting to stay in close contact with his kids. But, instead, she pursed her lips and stared at him. “What do you want?” 

“To see you,” he said gruffly, “to see them. I’m–I messed up and I know that so I’m here to make things right.”

[hendersis]

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that? Showering the kids with gifts until they forget you left?” She asked coldly.

[hendersis]

Your rules don’t work! (Found an old promo of yours)

it probably has something to do with me changing my url from burncut to hendersis

one day i’ll create a new promo lol

[littleshcp]

hendersis·:

Christy couldn’t stop herself from shooting Claire a deadly glare. Yeah, her brother was a dumbass, but that was for her to call him. Not some prissy chick who barely knew her or her brother. “Yeah, we actually live way out in farm country in cardboard boxes and wear clothes we find in the trash.” The sarcasm in her words was venomous. “Quit pointing that thing in my eyes, Standish. If I’m blind and something comes out of the woods to attack us, we’re both dead.” Christy knew about the creepy things that lurked in the shadows of Hawkins. She didn’t want to be like Barb Holland.

     she huffs a half laugh out through her nose at the sarcasm then points the flashlight beam at the other girl’s feet instead. “ as if you could protect us… it’s not like there’s anything out here anyway. we’re probably loud enough to scare away any animals. ”  claire had already written off any whisperings of odd goings-on in hawkins as just conspiracy theorist junk. “ are we supposed to be calling out his name or something? ” 

[hendersis]

Christy narrowed her eyes at Claire, her tongue quite literally in cheek. “Sweetheart, I’d do a better job at keeping us alive than you would.” She didn’t need to get into the details, but Christy had a decent amount of experience in defending herself and others. She readjusted her grip on her flashlight. “Believe what you want, but I know for a fact that there’s some shit in this town that would kill us in a heartbeat.” She chewed at her cheek for a moment. “Maybe. But if someone or something took him, it’ll hear us. And then we’re all screwed.”

[littleshcp]

hendersis·:

Christy liked the late-night showings at the theater because the seats were typically empty. She always got baked before and usually brought in a joint to light up when it started wearing off. One can only imagine her disappointment when Andrew Clark strolled in. Had she been less stoned, she likely would’ve left before the movie started playing. But, she was comfortable and the popcorn tasted so much better than usual. So, she stuck it out.

She was about as absorbed into the story as any stoned person could be. But truth be told, it was incredibly dull and she’d forget it the next day. Her fingers were slowly slipping into the pocket of her coat to grab the joint when Andrew rose from his seat. She almost threw some popcorn at him, but he was acting a little too spooky for her liking. Maybe he was leaving and she’d finally be able to smoke. But her hopes were quickly extinguished as she heard him call her name. Initially, she thought it was the film, but soon realized the voice was from behind her. If she was sober, she likely would’ve rolled her eyes and ignored him. But, she was high and intrigued. So, she rose from her seat, clutching the popcorn bag to her chest. “Listen, if this is some prank you and your buddies have planned, it’s kinda fucked up and super sketchy to do it this late at night.” But then she heard the same commotion, her brow furrowing as she stared at the door. “What the fuck is that?”

        his eyes roll when christy suggests he might be trying to prank her. “ it’s not. there’s something – ”  just then she noticed the weird commotion outside. definitely not the usual mall sounds, even when it was at its busiest. “ yeah, exactly. ”  blonde brows furrow in concern as he tries to think of a logical explanation for this. “ you see anything weird on your way in here tonight? it looked pretty dead when i got here. ”  muscular arms cross in front of his chest. 

[hendersis]

An arm was wrapped protectively around the popcorn as she tossed a few pieces into her mouth. She might’ve been spooked, but she had munchies that only popcorn could satisfy. Her drug-addled brain filtered through her most recent memories, searching for some sort of clue as to what was happening. “Truth be told, I’m a little high right now. I barely remember buying this popcorn...I’m not even sure if I did buy it or if I snagged it out of the trash...” She explained with a vaguely apologetic look on her face. “What about you?” She questioned, tossing a few more pieces into her mouth. “See anything weird?”

[deadboid]

hendersis·:

While Tommy wasn’t the joker type, unless one was referring to the murderous clown, Christy was. She would constantly tease her brother and embarrass him among his friends. But always in a way that he could laugh about it later. With Tommy, she had a bit more ill-intent.

“Eh. Crush. Burning hatred. Tomato, tomahto.” She waved her hand dismissively.

The burn on the joint hit her fingertips after a particularly long drag, prompting her to snuff it out and toss the remainder in her pocket. She’d add it to a bowl later. She pushed herself to stand, her hands burying into her coat as she exhaled the smoke.

“Am I not allowed to inquire about the triumphs of Tommy Milner? C’mon. You push any grandmas down some stairs recently? You’ve got a face like apple pie and an ass like it was cut from marble and a heart that’s as ugly as the bubonic plague. You’re an anomaly, sweetheart.”

“  If  you  hate  me,  you  sure  got  a  bad  way  of  showing  it.  “

A  shrug,  then  the  bottle  is  tossed  into  the  abyss  of  a  backyard.  He  was  just  about  ready  to  leave  now.  Tosses  cigarette  onto  the  deck,  snuffing  it  out  under  his  boot,  before  kicking  the  remnants  away.

“  What  do  you  want  me  to  even  say?  Do?  Take  you  on  a  joyride?  You  couldn’t  handle  that  shit.  “

[hendersis]

“It’s a unique approach. I don’t hate most people the way I hate you.”

There was something to childish about his comment. While she was never sure how to press his buttons, he had to known how to press hers. She tossed him a smirk.

“You don’t know shit about what I can handle, Milner. Let’s go. C’mon. You’re itchin’ to get out of here. I can tell.” She waved her hand broadly towards the stairs. “Take me on a joyride.”

[deadboid]

hendersis·:

Christy found it funny. Most every day, she was ignored by her peers. No one wanted to talk to the Loner Stoner of Hawkins High School. Sure, she was on half decent terms with a small handful of her peers, but no one paid her more mind than Tommy. And even if it was him retaliating against something she did, it was attention nonetheless. Maybe that was why she liked to push his buttons so much. Because then at least someone noticed her on some level.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Christy retorted with a raised brow. “I mean, you don’t give me a whole lot to work with Thomas. I’d rather hear some words come out of that handsome face of yours, but you won’t give me the time of day. It really breaks my heart.” She pouted playfully.

She batted away the cloud of smoke before replacing it with her own. “C’mon, sit down and chat. Tell me what’s going on with the Hawkins Heartthrob? It’s football season, isn’t it? You winning lots of games or whatever? I’d go to those, but I’d probably spend the entire time looking at your ass.” She laughed shortly as she kicked out the plastic chair adjacent from her.

Tommy  wasn’t  the  humorous  type.  He  especially  didn’t  care  for  the  attempt  to  shower  him  with  backhanded  compliments.  He  downs  the  rest  of  the  bottle,  tossing  at  her.  Ashes  off  his  cigarette  wherever. 

“  Sounds  like  you  got  a  crush.  “

He  stares  off  into  nothing.  The  backyard  was  pitch  black.  Just  like  the  corn  field.  He  knew  his  way  around  the  corn  field  no  matter  the  condition. 

“  What’s  got  your  head  so  up  my  ass?  “

[hendersis]

While Tommy wasn’t the joker type, unless one was referring to the murderous clown, Christy was. She would constantly tease her brother and embarrass him among his friends. But always in a way that he could laugh about it later. With Tommy, she had a bit more ill-intent.

“Eh. Crush. Burning hatred. Tomato, tomahto.” She waved her hand dismissively.

The burn on the joint hit her fingertips after a particularly long drag, prompting her to snuff it out and toss the remainder in her pocket. She’d add it to a bowl later. She pushed herself to stand, her hands burying into her coat as she exhaled the smoke.

“Am I not allowed to inquire about the triumphs of Tommy Milner? C’mon. You push any grandmas down some stairs recently? You’ve got a face like apple pie and an ass like it was cut from marble and a heart that’s as ugly as the bubonic plague. You’re an anomaly, sweetheart.”