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@kasprzaks-arc
‘ 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦? i can barely breathe — this is summer — we’re kids — i can barely breathe! 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 and i’m not doing this. ’ . . . ! ! carrd, pinterest
˗ˏˋ prierdieu ˊˎ˗
@kasprzaks ` ˀ ⅋ , eddie kasprzak. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine.
❛ ❛ 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘, ❜ ❜ the world is sepia coated; prosaic around the edges, ⅋ drenched in a 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 of continual dolour. she plays herself in a game of mental chess. ( every second strategic ⅋ well thought out, pointed gaze ⅋ every action with meaning behind it ). knife in opposite palm, held at the angle of angels, tip pressed against mid palm, ⅋ dragged until red is center stage. when grazed she does not feel the peeling of delicate skin, the wound beginning to ooze red, the split of skin at her palm, ⅋ how her nerves glow bright ⅋ rogue beneath the surface. face fails to falter, ⅋ instead she grabs the frail wrist of her reclusive friend. she stands close, pressing the wound against her matching twin. ❛ ❛ what’s friends if not best? it does not hurt for long. now stand still. ❜ ❜
she makes him anxious in their better moments and ready to keel over and let the ground take him up on an early decomposition in the worst ones. the category this moment lends itself to depends on whether his self reassurance can carry him through the next few seconds. then it’ll be down to the next few days/weeks when he gets home with any kind of wound on his person - it’s summer and gloves are inexcusable - he can’t fathom what he’ll have to say for himself when this one is noticed. it’s ringing through his brain like a heartbeat that’s both thrumming with an undeterminable currency, loud and present, and laced with a panicked palpitation type beat right under it. fine, fine, fine, mostly probably not really at all, i’ll die, i’ll die, i’ll die. fine, fine, fine. his playmate has this effect.
‘ acacia- ’ she acts faster than him. he always thought his reflexes were alright. he winces when the palms touch. ‘ wipes. ’ his free hand fumbles at his fanny - pack — he is, after all, expedition prepared. ‘ antiseptic wipes. jesus christ- ’ and the wince returns with vengeance, eddie looks away far away from their awful pair of hands. ‘ band aids too. ’
love for kasprzaks! kiki is someone i've followed around across her various blogs and i am always SO impressed by her writing. whether it's a canon blog or a new oc, she knows her characters so well and uses really unique writing techniques to reflect it. she is so crazy creative and this website is so lucky to have her here
♡ ! @kasprzaks
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˗ˏˋ @hitundo ˊˎ˗ ‘ ♡ ’ ‘ i listen all the time. to everything. ’
‘ i do that a lot but sometimes i start thinking that i might try to not anymore because it gives me a stomach ache, like, retaining that much stuff. ’ the irony here lies in eddie talking to someone with a direct plug into every person’s inner monologue. he doesn’t know that though. he takes to everything as he thinks he should, a plain face value vapid everything. ‘ just sometimes, though. i think i’d get headaches, too, if i stopped listening. i think i’d rather know stuff. ’
* eli the good prompts
eli the good is a novel by silas house. tw: war.
‘ all of the world’s biggest problems boil down to misunderstandings, then, don’t they? ’
‘ you didn’t love anybody but yourself. ’
‘ do it, then, instead of being a damn coward. ’
‘ you scared me to death, little man. ’
‘ wake up, buddy. wake up. ’
‘ i listen all the time. to everything. ’
‘ sometimes you get dealt the wrong hand and you have to find yourself a family, create one for yourself. ’
‘ just sit here with me. until we get sleepy. ’
‘ hey there, half-pint. ’
‘ i’ll lie down with you until you get to sleep, okay? ’
‘ that lightning was running all across that blacktop. could’ve killed you. ’
‘ be quiet. hold your tongue. ’
‘ only children know exhaustion like that, rest like that. ’
‘ you’ve always been my sweet little bird. ’
‘ do you have to read that old book even while you’re eating? ’
‘ so when you feel alone, you can know you have us, for one. all right? we’ll always be your family. ’
‘ see, now? look. you’re fine. ’
‘ you’re the one who went off on a big adventure. you make me sick, saying you were fighting for your country. you went there looking for a big time, and then you found out that it was a war. it wasn’t an adventure; it was real. ’
‘ that’s the problem, that people want it all to be simple. and then everybody just misunderstands everyone else, and instead of trying to understand each other, we all just go to war in one way or another. ’
‘ those things will wear you out, will make you feel like a ghost floating through the world. ’
˗ˏˋ @fisthrust ˊˎ˗ ♡
‘ listen, bill, just- just follow me. follow me. ’ the enthusiastic nod eddie started off his tirade with keeps going and he turns on his heel, traipses off in the opposite direction. he assumes bill will follow, he considers that a safe bet; his steps quickly turn to stomping, then to lurching, as he heads further away. eddie kasprzak looks like he might topple right to the ground if he doesn’t settle himself. he turns back to bill, still moving, now backwards - he’ll fall on his backside now if the lurching doesn’t solve itself out. it’s a buzz of something, anything to do, something, something, anything! that does that. ‘ it’s... ’ eddie starts but the thrill of moving with such a speed and purpose catches him and he nearly slips on his clunky sneakers. he rebalances. ‘ it’s this car, totally abandoned, with windows broken in and everything. and it’s not even too far from here. i wanna show you. ’
˗ˏˋ @hitundo ˊˎ˗ ♡
‘ no, i think it’s really nice that they’re being so nice to you. usually she’s so mean to everyone but ... she must have had a change of heart. it’s nice. i think that’s really nice. ’
eddie’s hand stole out and touched the side of his aspirator.
whenever i listen to my eddie playlist and roman holiday comes up it throws me off so bad
eddie k in the paranorman sequel crossover that lives in my mind only
that buzzfeed unsolved quote that’s like ‘my greatest fear, i think i've said this before, is that someone will trick me into doing heroin’ eddie
i love eddie kaspbrak bc he will be like, "gullible is absolutely in the dictionary, there's no reason for it not to be; plus mommy says it is and also I checked" and richie will be like, "wait, eds, didn't you hear about the recent changes? They added and took out like twenty words; Mom and Dad were talking about it last week. Gullible isn't there anymore." and Eddie will check
the it movies want us to think eddie’s hair is straight SO BAD like you can tell the hair department tried its best to tame jdg’s curls to varying degrees of success but his hair still ends up looking wavy and nothing like it did in 2017 because jack’s curls have gotten too unruly. this whole situation is 100% in-character for eddie if you think abt it