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[honeyd3wd]

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𝑎  𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑙  𝑖𝑛  𝘩𝑖𝑠  𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙  𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡  𝑓𝑡.  𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑠  𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠.

[vesselsofmercy]

“some sweet song

in honey voice

piercing breezes

wet with dew”

– Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson from if Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

[g0u-ache]

pockets full of flowers,,.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nikki Giovanni, from The Collected Poems of Nikki Giovannii; “Poem,” c. 1969

[intricatecakes]

if u are reading this i am pouring positive vibes on u from a lil watering can

[spliffed]

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

He seemed to be such a kind guy…god her heart was already racing just talking to him. It was like someone took every quality she liked in a person and put them in one human being. Walking with him she still blushed, unable to control how nervous he made her. “yeah i kinda make…most of my clothes from scratch and ..the costumes for the plays we put on. “ She nods, holding the cold can to her neck. The heat really was beating down on her and blushing so much really didn’t help either. “ I love Halloween i always make my own costumes, last year i did a whole Rococo Dress to dress up as a Beheaded Marie Antoinette. This year i wanted to do something less scary” She humms out “ I made a dress based on Aphrodite and ..it’s coming together nicely actually..” It was the first time someone seemed interested in her Hobbies…interested in her as a whole being.

he  would  have  pulled  out  her  chair  for  her,  had  his  hands  not  been  full  already.  it’s  after  taking  a  seat  that  he  pops  the  tab  on  his  cola  and  takes  a  hearty  chug,  a  sigh  of  satisfaction  and  a  smack  of  his  lips  following  shortly  after.              “that’s  impressive,  darlin',  makin’  your  own  clothes  an’  all.  think  the  closest  i  ever  came  to  it  was  croppin’  shirts.”                though  don’t  get  him  wrong,  he’s  fairly  handy  with  a  thread  and  needle  when  he  needs  to  be,  his  mom  had  made  sure  of  it.    he  bites  down  on  his  piece  of  pizza,  watches  her  with  a  smile  as  he  chews  and  then  wipes  his  mouth  down  with  a  napkin.  she  was  beautiful,  uniquely  herself  in  a  way  that  reminded  sammy  a  lot  of  her  namesake.              “did  you  know  iris  means  rainbow  in  greek?  think  that  suits  you,  if  it’s  alright  i  say  so.”            now  he’s  the  one  blushing.  he  sets  his  pizza  down  with  a  bashful  grin,  wets  his  lips  before  looking  over  at  her  from  across  the  table.              “i’d  also  like  to  ask  what  you’re  doin’  tomorrow  night,  if  you’re  not  busy  an  all.”

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

“Oh? I usually end up hiking up to a clearing in the forrest and read books there.” She had to think for a moment because she didn’t do much in Hawkins at all..all the fun things around were kinda…boring to her. “ Oh and i work at The Hawk. It’s a movie theather, not the best but they have delicious popcorn made by yours truly”  Iris chuckled a little. “ And if i’m not reading or…working i usually help with the Drama Club , i make the costumes and do the make up…”  It has been so long since anyone actually asked her what she liked…who she was. “ Lover’s Lake is also nice , i usually go there during fall, foraging  mushrooms.” She wasn’t a big Hippie , but she liked nature and she liked to be on her own so all these activitie she could do by her lone some and also gather inspiration for her clothes she designed.”What about you?”

color  him  surprised.  it’s  easy  to  see  he’s  impressed  and  enthused  by  the  smile  that  tugs  up  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth  when  she  mentions  things  that  he  enjoys  too.              “no  foolin’?  well,  i  do  love  popcorn.”          he  wets  his  lips,  bites  at  the  corner  of  his  lip.            “and  movies,  aaaand  mushrooms.  you  read  my  file  before  i  strolled  up  t’you  or  somethin’  girl?  you’re  tuggin’  at  my  heart  strings.”            the  woods  and  the  lake  are  two  of  his  favorite  places  on  earth,  and  anyone  who  enjoyed  them  the  way  he  did  would  always  be  considered  friends  in  his  book.            “i  do  music,  mostly.  when  m’not  doin’  that,  s’usually  art  or    somethin’  outside.”        he’s  interrupted  by  the  readying  of  their  order  and  he  passes  iris  her  drink  and  slice  before  taking  his  own  and  leading  them  towards  a  table  off  to  the  side.              “tell  me  about  drama  club.  said  y’make  the  costumes  an’  all  that?  that’s  impressive.  only  thing  i  can  do  is  fix  a  hole  in  a  pair’ve  jeans.”            he  laughs,              “my  momma  could  sew  like  that  though.  used  to  make  all  our  halloween  costumes  from  scratch.”  

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

“o-okay…” She agreed, nodding at the other with a smile on her lips. She almost forgot about all the chaos around them. So focused on this ..really sweet, handsome guy that ..just swept her up like a knight in shining armor. She ended up walking to the little concession stand they had nearby.  “Water is fine..or Dr.Pepper i don’t..mind” Iris had to will her hands from shaking as she talked to him. This truly felt unreal…these many compliments..in public..while she was in a two piece…it..baffled her. God she hoped this wouldn’t end up as a cruel joke.

“dr.pepper,  huh?  girl  after  my  own  heart.”          he  grins  at  her,  following  as  she  leads  the  way  to  the  concession  stand.  from  his  back  pocket,  he  fishes  out  a  wallet  and  then  leans  along  the  counter  to  catch  the  attention  of  the  attendant  that’s  too  busy  chatting  to  someone  else.            “you  ever  swim  at  th’lake?  s’usually  my  spot,  but  looks  like  someone  spread  the  word  that  it  was  the  place  t’be  today.  s’nice  at  night  though,  real  quiet.”            his  words  are  cut  off  when  he’s  finally  noticed  and  the  girl  behind  the  counter  takes  their  order  :  two  dr.  pepper’s  and  two  slices  of  cheese  pizza.    attention  turns  back  to  iris  as  he  waits  now,  both  tattooed  arms  crossing  lazily  over  his  chest  as  he  leans  against  the  counter.              “what  d’you  like  t’do  for  fun  around  here?  the  pool  doesn’t  really  seem  like  your  scene.”  

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

“I’m…Iris..Like the flower or..the thing in your eye..whatever you like better” She blushed even harder when he complimented her. Was this a dream? Did she fall asleep on that chair and  this is what her brain could come up with to keep her happy and entertained. “The only reason i know you’re out of town is well because Hawkins doesn’t have many …kind people. So ..you..you stand out for sure..In-In a good way though” She stuttered a little, nervousness getting the better of her now that she …had someone infront of her that thought she was pretty..and…was..kind to her.

“see,  just  like  i  said.”              he  offers  her  a  wink,  that  warm  smile  on  his  mouth  blooming.  her  shyness  was  endearing  and  despite  what  was  going  on  around  them  ;  the  splashing  of  water,  kids  yelling  and  running  around,  he  couldn’t  pull  eyes  away  from  her.  that  smile  on  his  mouth  melds  into  a  frown  at  her  words,  an  ache  in  his  chest  forming  at  the  thought  of  people  being  unkind  to  her.  he  shakes  his  head,  lifts  a  hand  to  push  hair  out  of  his  face  with  a  sigh.            “well,  s’got  at  least  two  now.”            he  offers  a  weak  smile  at  her  and  cants  his  head.              “how’s  about  you  let  me  buy  you  a  pop,  pretty  girl?  s’too  hot  out  here.”  

[santa]

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

She blushed right away when he called her Darling. She didn’t expect someone to ..care or be nice to her specially since she was shoved into him. “ I-I’m alright thanks. Shaken but okay..i didn’t expect people to be this shitty in Public but…here we are” She adds , glaring at the guy who pushed her in, who was dying of laugher with his friends. She moves over to the ladder nearby to get out of the war , her hands slicking her hair back since it clung to her face awkwardly. “ You new here?” She asks as she’s getting out of the pool “ I’ve never seen you around Hawkins.”

her  blush  is  sweet,  strawberry  tinted  as  she  climbs  up  out  of  the  pool  and  he  outstretches  a  tattooed  hand  towards  her.              “sometimes  people  in  small  towns  like  this  don’t  got  anything  better  t’do  than  stir  up  trouble.  i  should  know,  m’from  one  just  like  it.”              he  casts  a  look  over  his  shoulder  to  the  boys  who’d  pushed  her  and  he  narrows  green  eyes  at  them  before  turning  back.            “i  look  like  that  much  of  an  out’ve  towner?  man,  i  should  work  on  that.”              he  laughs,  flashes  her  a  warm  smile.                “m’sam,  by  the  way.  sammy,  if  y’like.  bet  your  name  is  somethin’  sweet.  pretty  girl  like  you  ought  to  have  a  name  just  as  pretty.”

[honeyd3wd]

outdesigned·:

She usually hated the public pool..too many wandering eyes but her mother had dragged her with her. She decided to just sit on one of the chairs and read all day. She got up to get herself another drink , it was one of the hottest days this summer so who could blame her. Though of course one of the assholes from school couldn’t help but to push her inside the pool. Being unable to control where she was falling she bumped into the other , when she resurfaced she sighed deeply “ I am so sorry..”

it  was  hot  enough  to  fry  an  egg  on  the  sidewalk  and  sam  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  be  in  the  water.  he’d  woken  up  that  morning  in  a  haze  of  heat  unlike  anything  he’d  felt  in  hawkins  since  he’d  rolled  into  town  a  few  months  prior.  the  pool  called  his  name  and  he  sniffed  it  out  like  a  hound  until  he  rolled  up  on  a  skateboard  and  claimed  a  seat  near  the  corner.  he  was  about  to  jump  in  when  a  body  collided  with  his  and  moved  too  fast  for  him  to  grab  hold  of.  he  bends  down  now,  crouching  long  frame  and  craning  his  head  down  in  a  way  that  makes  chocolate  tresses  fall  over  his  shoulders  when  she  resurfaces  from  the  water.          “hey  now,  no  need  to  apologize.  you  alright,  darlin’?    that  was  a  gnarly  spill  you  took.”

[honeyd3wd]

                          ( “you’re different than i expected.”  -  @jasperwatching​ )

he  hadn’t  known  what  to  expect  when  the  call  came  through  from  jasper.  the  last  time  he’d  heard  that  voice,  it  was  broken,  raised  up  to  a  decibel  sam  had  never  heard  it  reach.  it  was  a  time  shrouded  in  pain  for  all  parties,  and  while  sam  ached,  jasper  cracked.  he  doesn’t  blame  him  for  that.  growing  up,  he’d  seen  the  softest  of  souls  turn  concrete  when  life  took  a  nose  dive  and  hope  turned  to  ash  on  the  tongue.  he’s  no  stranger  to  anger  or  grief  or  even  turning  into  that  dark  thing  inside  when  all  the  light  in  you  turns  black  all  at  once.  over  the  course  of  a  day,  he  had  watched  jasper  turn  from  the  quiet  shadow  in  the  corner  of  the  room,  to  the  fire  that  threatened  to  burn  the  whole  thing  to  the  ground.  they’re  tied  together  by  the  ropes  of  a  burnt  bridge  and  the  memories  that  hang  around  it.  but  even  under  a  layer  of  ash,  new  life  can  thrive.  it’s  why  when  he  got  that  phone  call,  he  hadn’t  hesitated  to  arrange  a  meeting  between  them.  and  now,  as  he  sits  on  jasper’s  couch,  sipping  a  beer  and  sharing  stories  of  travel,  he’s  glad  about  it.    his  brow  quirks  up  when  jas’  voice  wraps  quietly  around  those  words.          “different,  huh?”          he  laughs,  lifts  his  beer  up  to  his  lips  and  takes  a  sip.            “you’re  different  too.  good  different.  the  kind  i’d  like  t’hang  around  more  with,  if  that’s  alright  with  you.”  

[honeyd3wd]

                         ( for @apostl​ to help sammy who’s stranded on the road. )

he  almost  has  to  laugh  at  the  predicament  he’s  found  himself  in,  stranded  on  the  side  of  the  road  in  the  only  vehicle  he  owns.  it  just  so  happens,  this  is  also  his  home.  for  someone  who  takes  such  a  calm  approach  at  life,  he’ll  admit  he’s  beating  himself  up  about  this  particular  instance  a  little  bit  hard.  hindsight  is  twenty-twenty  and  as  he  thinks  back  to  all  the  decisions  that  have  lead  him  here,  he  kicks  himself  for  not  stopping  for  gas  when  the  light  came  on  twenty  miles  back.  he’d  thought  the  ole  girl  could  make  it  back  in  to  town,  thought  he  knew  his  van  better  than  to  let  it  run  on  fumes.  whoops.    the  doors  to  the  van  are  open,  offering  a  bit  of  a  breeze  to  his  cat  who  has  made  herself  at  home  curled  up  on  his  bed  while  sammy  leans  against  mustard  yellow  paint  and  strums  his  guitar.  there  hasn’t  been  a  car  for  miles  and  he’d  be  willing  to  attempt  boarding  the  way  to  the  last  gas  station,  if  only  the  storm  that’s  rumbling  along  the  horizon  didn’t  look  so  angry.  he’s  a  patient  man  though,  keen  to  roll  with  the  punches  when  a  pair  of  headlights  cuts  through  the  blue  haze  of  a  setting  sun  in  the  distance.    he  sticks  out  his  hand,  tucks  his  guitar  back  into  the  van  before  taking  a  step  towards  the  road  to  flag  the  car  down  if  they’re  willing  to  stop  on  his  account.  he’s  beaming  like  summer  sun  when  they  actually  do  and  he  nears  the  side  of  the  car  with  caution,  bending  down  to  speak  through  the  open  passenger’s  side  window.              “thanks  so  much  for  stoppin’.    you’re  the  first  car  i’ve  seen  for  hours.”          he  laughs.                “ran  outta  gas.  any  chance  you’re  feelin’  charitable?”              his  tone  is  like  honey  as  it  wraps  slowly  around  syllables,  that  light  hearted  drawl  of  his  pleasant  and  ariose.                “be  willin’  t’pay,  an’  all,  of  course.”

[ripe]