𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 !

[pistollips-aaaa]

                  ❝  i  wanna  meet  your  friends.  ❞  she  feels  like  they’ve  had  this  conversation  before.  that  was  before  she  knew  more  about  ..  the  interesting  situation  he  has,  and  everything  that  entails..  so  maybe  ...  if  she  tries  again..  ❝  or  --  i  just..  wanna  come  home  with  you  this  time.  i  wanna  be  there  if  something  bad  happens  again.  you  can’t  keep  --  ❞  trying  to  protect  her  ?  ❝  just  ...  please  ?  ❞  

                                                                                     ❥  @orhabit​

[pistollips-aaaa]

𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖓.

his        head        snaps        to        the        side        upon        sensing        her        movements.        fingers        wrapping        protectively        around        the        edge        of        the        notebook.       brows        furrowed        in        suspicion.        wary        that        she        may        suddenly        attempt        to        snatch        the        thing.          he        didn’t        want        her        seeing        what        was        inside.        he        didn’t        want        anyone        to        see.        not        yet        anyway.        it        was        as        though        he        hid        a        dirty        little        secret.        something        heinous,        not        meant        for        eyes        other        than        his        own.          he        decides        on        telling        her        the        truth.                 (        partially the truth        )                 perhaps        she        will        lose        interest.

        “        jokes  ––   it’s for jokes        “

                  ❝  jokes  ?  you  a  comedian  or  somethin’  ?  ❞  consider  her  interest  piqued.  she  loves  jokes  ..  tries  to  be  funny  herself.  sometimes  she  succeeds,  if  not  in  the  way  she’d  planned.  ❝  i’m  a  sucker  for  a  good  pun.  --  or  a  bad  one.  i  bet  you’re  real  funny,  mister.  you  look  like  you  could  get  a  whole  room  smilin’.  ❞  she  goes  to  dig  around  in  her  bag,  fishing  out  a  pack  of  cloves  and  almost  forgetting  to  use  a  lighter  ..  wouldn’t  wanna  scare  him  off  more  than  she  likely  already  has.  the  pack  is  offered  to  him.  

[pistollips-aaaa]

𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒.

            the scariest thing about the situation was how pallid his face was;  how enfeebled he’d become since only earlier today— the last time he’d seen her.  &  he doesn’t need her seeing him like this.  that thought stays at the forefront,  it’s all he can focus on.

                              “   ——  go.   ”

█          for  @pistollips·· :3

                  ❝  jesus,  jon--  ❞  she  hasn’t  thought  about  the  first  death  she  ever  saw  in  a  while  ...  her  old  babysitter  from  before  argo  walked  into  her  life.  atty  was  the  one  who  found  her  body,  sitting  in  the  old  rocking  chair  on  the  porch,  pale,  skin  almost  green  and  maggot  eaten.  the  image  flashes  in  her  mind  atop  his  face,  and  only  concerns  her  more.    ❝  what  the  fuck  ?  i’m  not  goin’  nowhere.  have  you  eaten  ?  ❞  a  hand  goes  to  his  forehead,  then  cups  his  cheek.    ❝  i’ll  get  you  some  water.  ❞  her  phone  is  already  pulling  up  postmates,  scrolling  to  panera  bread.  

[especially]

[hamlettheedane]

here have a silly little quiz :) would hannibal lecter eat you or not

also tells you the reason why :)

[livrcdrigo]

Sydney Sweeney for PAPER Magazine (2020)

[timeslord]

I feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it.

EUPHORIA (2019 -)

[ssweeneys]

[pistollips-aaaa]

kinda  obsessed  w  using  vintage  horror  book  covers  for  atty  ..

[pistollips-aaaa]

pistollips​:

me  literally  two  seconds  ago:  i  never  get  on  tumblr  anyway  im  done me:  gets  high me:  im  gonna  make  a  carrd  for  atty

me  making  the  carrd:

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hi  ! 

just  as,  like,  i  guess,  an  update,  i  have  removed  azu  /  zee  from  my  dni.  a  couple  weeks  ago  or  so  we  had  a  conversation  privately,  and  i  think  im  to  a  place  where  i  feel  comfortable  with  having  them  on  my  dash.  ik  they’re  a  lil  inactive  rn,  and  honestly  so  am  i  lmao,  but  i  just  wanted  to  make  a  post  about  it  anyway.  ♥️

[pistollips-aaaa]

you can’t be over 5’6 and petite btw the word y’all may be looking for is underweight. and making your character underweight and ‘curvy’ as well just doesn’t make sense ..

[cherryrpmemes]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ☾ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“You going to the quad?” “Is that part of our belief system?” “Do you mind if I hit this?” “Do you think Margaret Thatcher had girl power?” “How could you say something so controversial yet so brave?” “I’ve done irreversible damage to my spine.” “Let’s take turns describing our perfect summer day to each other.” “Will you be my cheese wife?” “Did you know I cannot die?” “Some garbage is okay.” “Can you help me pick my pants up, please?” “Did you kill that girl in Aruba?” “Why won’t you tell us anything?” “This is like a fever dream.” “What the fuck is going on?” “Have you ever heard of guitar before?” “What do you think people did before ladders?” “I’m addicted to cough syrup. I drink it.” “What is this Mickey Mouse bullshit I see before my very eyes?“ “You seem chill as fuck. What’s your credit card number?” “I can’t remember my Gmail password.” “Freedom ain’t not free.” “I’m starving, can we get some food please?” “Have you ever had an STD?” “What do you think about me?’ “Everything is in the news today!” “I’ve been drinking seawater to stay alive.” “What’s up with claymation? Like, what’s up with it?” “I don’t give a shit about baseball, it’s boring.” “Can you spare a quarter?” “I’m gonna go back in that office and rip your heart out like I’m Kano from Mortal Kombat!” “I think all those fish in the ocean deserved to die.” “It’s touch a stranger’s hand day.” “You know what I’ve never had in my life? Penguin meat.” “How the hell did you wind up like that?” “I swear I know you from somewhere!”

[pistollips-aaaa]

𝖏𝖔𝖓𝖇𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘.

                SILENCE HAD ALWAYS BEEN HIS MEANS OF COMMUNICATING THE HARDER REALITY, THE WORDS HE WISHED HE COULD SAY – but now he blossoms, he speaks as the anger comes & goes, as the anxiety in his mind tumbles back & forth, leaving him uneasy. He lets himself speak up, especially in a DIRE situation – whether it would fall on ears that listened too closely or not at all, he’d spoken up. Silence falls on him just as fast, as harsh & as heavy, when he lets out his spiel, the thought of worse coming to worse & how to handle the experience ahead – he wouldn’t be able to live with himself, he knew. & it STINGS at his chest at the very idea of something going wrong. His lips purse together & there’s a moment where he tries to find some ground – shown in the way he observes his surroundings, counting them & listing them mentally with a tremble of bottom lip.

                    She begins & Jonathan listens. All too closely, it was what he was best at. & he hopes, somewhere, she understood where he was coming from, the anxiety that was building up in him of what ifs of what was to come. The question is careful – & Jonathan only manages to give a little look towards her. ( WHO WOULD EVER TRUST THE CREEP, AFTER ALL? WHAT PLOY WAS THERE? ). He doesn’t want to answer – he knows he has to. ❝ No one’s life is perfect, that’s not what I meant, ❞ What does he mean? Jonathan’s lips purse together, refusing to say it, giving a shake of his head. He ignores the second question, in hopes that she wouldn’t notice. ❝ Just … Forget it, ❞ Jonathan says, somewhere low & under his breath, a sharp breath of air in & out, his head hung low & eyes focused on the trail ahead of them, covered with leaves of all colors & trees surrounding. It was almost peaceful, if it wasn’t for the looming fact of what was lingering ahead somewhere – ANYWHERE. 

                 ❝ I know you weren’t, ❞ He quickly responds, his head lifting from the ground to look up through the tree branches at the sky – glossy, watered eyes puffy. A hand comes from his dark jean jacket to wipe at his eyes, wiping away what lingered. ❝ Who’s to say? Who’s to say you won’t get hurt? How do we know we won’t get hurt? How do we know we won’t die? ❞ Rambling questions that lingered deep in his mind, unable to find the rationality & possibility of a good outcome – quietly, he’s struck in his tracks, standing still, turning on his heel to halfway face her, taking the time to calm down, acknowledging the hand reaching out for his sleeve, trying to ground himself. ( JONATHAN, YOU HAVE TO GROUND YOURSELF. CALM DOWN. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT. ) ❝ We don’t know. I can’t live with myself if you, or anyone else, gets hurt, ❞ & he means it – seldom, tired eyes drooped with brows furrowed down. ❝ Please … at least promise me you’ll run if things get out of control or if things go wrong. That’s all I’m asking of you, okay? ❞

                  now  that  he’s  back  to,  at  least  to  some  extent,  soft  speaking  and  less  fiery  eyes  ..  she  can  appreciate  that  he  feels  strongly  enough  about  her  safety  to  have  gotten  so  passionate  about  it.  in  fact  ..  reflecting,  she  can’t  say  she  actually  disliked  him  raising  his  voice  at  her.  in  both  a  supportive  friend  way,  and  probably  a  way  she  shouldn’t  find  endearing.    she  keeps  her  fingers  gripping  the  fabric,  hoping  it  helps.  hoping  it’s  not  an  annoyance  among  other  negative  possibilities.  she  could  ease  his  mind  in  one  department  ...  show  him  something  she  hasn’t  yet.  but  is  now  really  the  time,  when  his  emotions  are  already  high  ?  or  would  that  just  make  things  worse  ?  

                  ❝  okay.  i  promise.  ❞  her  eyes  meet  his  and  linger,  intensely,  driving  her  point  ...  but  she’s  lying.  she’d  protect  jonathan  tooth  and  nail,  even  if  she  didn’t  have  these  powers.  in  a  perfect  world,  where  she  was  never  in  that  lab  and  instead  grew  up  in  hawkins,  lived  as  a  normal  girl,  she  knows  that  she  wouldn’t  run.  not  even  then.  she  doesn’t  break  promises  easily,  either  ..  it  hurts  to.  but  this  is  just  the  kind  of  promise  that  you  have  to  break.  

                 there’s  a  light  tug,  now,  and  she  cracks  a  smile.  hopes  he’ll  return  it.  ❝  you  really  care  that  much  about  me  ?  or  are  you  just  that  good  of  a  guy,  that  you’d  be  that  upset  if  anyone  got  hurt  ?  ❞  she’d  guess  the  latter.  he  did  say  anyone  else.  but  maybe  she’s  looking  for  that  sliver  of  validation  that  she’s  not  ...  too  invested  in  their  weird  little  friendship.  an  unlikely  bond.  ❝  ‘cause  ..  i  can’t  say  that  there’s  too  many  people  i’d  ask  to  abandon  me  with  a  freakish  monster.  ❞  

[lendlungs]

idea: stop assuming all female characters are only interacting w ur male character in pursuit of a ship bc i can promise u its not the case

[pistollips-aaaa]

𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊   𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝   𝚗𝚘   𝚘𝚗𝚎   ...    𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎   𝚒𝚝   𝙵𝚄𝙽   !!

[pistollips-aaaa]

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍·:

PISTOLLIPS LIKED FOR A STARTER

SHE RESTS HER HEAD ON THE SHOULDER OF THE OTHER GIRL , EYES PEERING OVER TO LOOK AT THE SLENDER HANDS . there’s a impish grin on her face as she naively lifts the 25 dollar bill so it’s in full view of the blonde - ——❝were you kidding when you said you’d pierce my ears ? cause if not then this is all for you … ❞ a giggle is buried deep into blonded tresses before she moves herself fully into the girls view , her other hand brandishing a unlit blunt ❝ … or we can always just share this ? my treat . ❞

                 ❝  hell  no,  i  wasn’t  kidding.  ❞  she’s  already  a  little  buzzed,  so  maybe  piercing  someone  isn’t  the  best  idea  ..  it’s  not  like  she  knows  exactly  what  she’s  doing,  either.  but,  that,  along  with  many  other  questionable  things,  aren’t  things  that  her  friend  needs  to  know.  ❝  listen,  you  don’t  gotta  pay  me.  your  company  is  payment  enough.  ❞    she  looks  to  the  blunt,  contemplating  ..  but,  no.  she  shouldn’t.  she  needs  to  learn  when  to  stop.  ❝  you  got  a  sewing  kit  and  a  magic  marker  ?  ❞