YOU PUNCH BACK.

YOU PUNCH BACK.

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PUNCHBACK. an indie, semi selective interpretation of joyce byers ( née maldonado ) from netflix's stranger things, ft. inspiration from the first shadow. anti schnapp and gelman. low activity. mutuals only. canon compliant s1 - 3. canon divergent s4 - 5. open to aus and other canon divergence. loved by steph.

exploring themes such as : hitting back, the single parent, the former teen rebel, the ' hysterical woman ', the insomniac, & the mama bear.

in the upside down with... @bigboytm

other blogs: @sc4torccio , @ltnsingh carrd.

[punchback]

out. what if I come back...

[danesdehaan]

@pscentral event 15: favorite ships ↳ joyce byers & jim hopper

well love, i miss you, you know i do but it's the way we say goodbye it kills me now

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out. I want to apologise for the the lack of activity over here! I just haven't been feeling it 😭

[sc4torccio]

THE DOG THAT WEEPS AFTER IT KILLS IS NO BETTER THAN THE ONE THAT DOESN'T . SC4TORCCIO. an indie, semi selective interpretation of natalie scatorccio from showtime / paramount + 's yellowjackets, by steph.

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reply  speed   ≠   my  interest  in  our  thread  /  plot  /  or  you,  in  general.

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Joyce & Hopper | Stranger Things 2x02

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HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS? ⸻ BOLD WHAT OFTEN APPLIES. ITALICIZE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES.

ANGER. jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY. easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS / CRYING. bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates & processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT. shame, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT. avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

tagged by: stolen from @paladinstales ! tagging: @bigboytm, @firstlich, @cheerlcd, @nancewheelr, @vcssl

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what made u guys pick ur url's !

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@nysusmuses asked: breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed. - bob newby, breakfast man

a thin, pale - yellow gleam parted the blinds, like the filament of lamplight cutting across the bedroom wall: the late - morning sunday sun, splashing across the slowly - opening door, and emerging through it, a tray of something steaming and delicious, held in the always - stable hands of bob newby.

a half - sleepy smile worked its way onto her face: appreciative, and yet slowed by the jolting instinct that she should have been up already.

joyce could practically count on one hand the number of times she'd slept in this late in the last seventeen years — the fitful sunrises missed, the days when her first waking thought didn't revolve around the fog of clinging fatigue and the amount of time she had to piece herself together before she needed desperately to be out the door. not once, until bob had somehow made himself a fixture in her life. someone normal, untouched by the trauma her family had tried to claw their way out of; and the antithesis of lonnie in every way. certainly, no - one had brought her breakfast before.

" bob— " she started, moving to sit, and tossed the bedclothes aside. " you didn't have to do all this. "

[fiyerotigelar]

JOYce Byers + Jim HAPPier

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out. I'm officially back on my nat bullshit... @sc4torccio

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Joyce & Hopper | Stranger Things 2x08

[bigboytm]

the sounds she was making was more than enough to regain his interest, its presence straining against the fabric of his briefs and his head going slightly dizzy with want.

hopper shook his head slightly at the question, his laugh a low rumble. "you're the only one that drives me this crazy, joyce." in all meanings of the word. she liked to challenge him in a way that was fun and at times did make him feel a little crazy in the best possible way. crazy in love. crazy for her.

crazy out of reach.

with military recruiters circling him like a vultures waiting for roadkill to die and his father threatening to force him into the military at any misstep he took, he wasn't dependable. he couldn't be who she deserved and needed because who knows where he'll be a week or a month after graduation. lonnie didn't deserve her either, which was why he felt no guilt loving her while he could. for kissing her the way he was. for once in his more active than most's sex history, make love instead of fuck. she was the most precious thing in his mostly miserable existence and couldn't put her through the pain of outwardly loving her when he'd eventually have to leave in one way or another. he wanted more than anything to keep his promise of taking her away from hawkins, but managing to save enough money to realistically leave before he ran out of time didn't feel like it was in the cards for them.

before he let his thoughts get in the way of going another round with her, he did as he was told and laid back for her. but not without putting a hand on the back of her neck so he could keep kissing her as with a gentle desperation.

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as she leaned into him, guided down in the half - concealing refuge of the truck bed until they were almost chest to chest, joyce couldn't help but smile against jim's mouth. he tasted like unfiltered camels; a slight bitterness that brought her back to the steps between fifth and sixth period, that paled next to the smell of sweat and evening musk and something else that seemed uniquely, unequivocally him.

she scratched her nails through the hair at the nape of hopper's neck, her other hand braced at his side — and when she finally settled on top of him, close enough to feel the rise and fall of his ribcage, shifted her hips against his; moved against him, slowly, rhythmless and thoughtless, where they were still semi - clothed. it almost felt instinctive, to keep him this close: like a desperate want to feel him, solid and real, shorn of bravado or any remorse. and she did; the musculature of his arms around her, the inviting heat of his mouth, his tongue — the hardness of him through two thin layers of cotton.

he felt safe, like nothing else she'd ever wanted ( like more than she deserved, more than a warm, shared beer and a disappointing quickie on lonnie's old mattress on some tiring, mundane friday night ) and the renewed friction between them was nothing short of bliss.

" god, hop, " she gasped, mid - bruising kiss. " you know you make me crazy, too, right? "

[bigboytm]

in another universe, he wouldn't have been shipped off to fight some pointless war and he would know how to comfort the woman in front of him. none of this would be happening actually. no tragedy for either of them. the only way he knew how to comfort himself was through beer, pills, and sex but joyce didn't need to follow him down that same path.

he was going to make sure the gravitational pull of his blackhole didn't suck her in. that started with trying to keep her at arms length while doing everything he can to make sure she doesn't have to know what it's like to lose a baby.

he couldn't give her a beach in mexico, but he can give her this.

"first thing in the morning. i promise." and maybe by arms length distance, he meant arms-bent-at-the-elbow length because seeing her pacing like that was all too familiar of a feeling. his long stride took him back in front of her within a blink of an eye, where his hands found her shoulders to stop her from pacing. "joyce, you can't do this to yourself." jim squeezes her shoulders gently, but firmly. "beating yourself up won't bring him home."

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somewhere between the edge of the table and the end of the couch, joyce practically collided with hopper — against the opposing trajectory of his stride, then the span of his hands, bracing her as if to cease her fitful motion; the sturdiness of them around the wrinkled shoulders of her too - large overshirt.

the look she shot up at him fell somewhere between frayed - nerved and frazzled indignance.

" what will? a search party? " she countered. it wasn't that she didn't trust him to unearth the reason why will had vanished, as if out of thin air. it wasn't that she didn't think him capable of digging up some shrouded trail, some clue. she did: more than anyone she'd offered her innermost worries to. but staying still, stagnant in the prison of her home's flickering lights and torn wallpaper felt like an impossible task — with nothing to do but let the slow slink of night pass her by, she felt like she'd started crawling out of her skin. what will needed, wherever he was, was for her to take action: not for her to to sleep, rest; not for her to put down the weight of every what if that'd been rattling around her head for days and wait, complacent in her restless repose. she'd grown tired of waiting.

" when a kid goes missing — " she started, then stalled. like in new york, she'd wanted to affix. somewhere else, where these things happened; not like here, in slow, sleepy hawkins. " is there a timeline? before you stop searching? "

[punchback]

@holmesdepot asked: ❛are you sure you’re okay ? you still look a little woozy.❜ | Steve is exactly bold enough to worry about the adults in all this too.

somewhere through the sonorous ringing of bending steel and exploding, buckling concrete that still seemed to reverberate through her skull, joyce was vaguely aware of the half - congealed blood matted in her hairline and streaking down to her temple; the scrapes that still marred her hands, her clothed elbows — the taste of metal in her mouth that not even the water offered to her could fully clear.

in the sharp contrast between the dark of night and the blaze of untended flame licking up from the rubble, it was almost impossible to focus on the sharpness of reality, or take in the words steve sounded out. all that consumed her in the moment was the smoke in the air, and the oscillating flash of red - and - blue lights in her periphery; the still vivid memory of how the control room, numerous stories below the ground, had shuddered and destabilized under the boots she'd commandeered, three sizes too large and spattered in gore — and how hopper, dirt smeared and blue - eyed and resigned, had disappeared from her tear - blurred field of vision in a blistering, vision - splitting flash.

shellshock, murray had murmured to her, before he'd vanished too. you're in shock.

" what? " she breathed, voice detached from practically everything else about her. her limbs felt numb, she vaguely recognised; and steve sounded as though he was underwater, but she still somehow half - absorbed his question. " yeah — it's fine. I'm fine. "