strange&unusual. @strangelydeetz-blog - Tumblr Blog

bowerssadist.

“And what, risk getting my ass kicked instead? Yea, fat chance.” It’s spoken casually, “If you want an apology you can just ask nicely.” Eyes look her up and down before drifting away. The cigarette is brough to his lips as he takes another hit, he gets lost staring at the waterfall though the moment she speaks once more, his gaze is brought back slowly. Patrick finds her…interesting, different…and he can’t help but be drawn in, his lips curling at her words. If only they were true. He wasn’t afraid, after all, such things weren’t real…she was bluffing.

It seems the moment she sets off the flash, balled fists rub his eyes, an annoying scoff escaping. Patrick’s hands return to his sides as he squints at her with a heavy brow. “Why should I?” The coy tone is gone, instead one far more serious rising, “I was just trying to be nice to you…hell, I was gonna say sorry to ya, and this is the thanks I get.” There’s a scoff, his head shaking in disbelief, “—and don’t lie. Curses aren’t real. They’re bullshit..”

When he looked at her, Lydia felt her hackles practically raise in response. Slowly lowering her camera even as she refused to back down. Refused to look away. Even if she resented her family, she was still a Deetz at heart. And that meant she had a stubborn streak a mile wide. Arms folding over her chest as she stared defiantly up at him, she shifted just enough to give them a respectable space once more. Expression sour. Eyes narrowing just a touch to match his own annoyance.

“ You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Haven’t you seen a horror movie? That’s how you really get cursed, ” it was so blandly stated, voice flat and brow cocked almost in a challenge. “ But I suppose it’s a hard lesson everyone learns sooner or later. Even if you were going to apologize to me, how am I supposed to actually believe it? ” Head cocked as she sized him up, a faint flick of her gaze over his shoulder - calculating distances. “ Given the less than warm welcome this town has given me, do you honestly expect me to assume differently with you? You’ll have to forgive me if I’m more than a touch defensive. ”

#bowerssadist #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)

bowerssadist.

Once her touch is pulled away, Patrick’s hand returns to his side as he takes slow steps towards a window in the room. He’d lean casually, his milky orb watching the outside view, “I wish I could tell you more…but I don’t have answers.” His eye would close, memories of the sewers flooding into his mind, “I only know IT exists because I met IT. IT is the reason I’m…like this, and I don’t know why least not yet…but I imagine there are big plans in motion once IT awakens from its slumber. “

“—What about you, huh?” His single-eyed gaze returns to her, a brow lifting curiously, “You think I’m cool or somethin’, is that it?” A gentle wheeze escapes, once that would be the closest thing to a laugh he could produce, “I mean, you wouldn’t be wrong.” There’s a gentle shrug as he finally commits to sitting on an old sofa. “How’d you end up here anyway?” Patrick watches her as he relaxes into the soda, an arm resting on the couch arm, “—and do ya by chance have a smoke?”

Fingers flexed as they still seemed chilled from the touch - her chest tight and listening intently. Clinging to every word with a reverence she rarely showed . . . to a person no less. A faint nod as she slowly began to move past him, hand trailing over the grimy posts that supported the crumbling structure. Uncaring even as a stray spider seemed to attach itself to the partial glove she wore. “ I mean -- yeah. You’re like the embodiment of every horror movie I’ve ever seen. But you’re, you know, real and powered by some unfathomable concept, ” she mused with a quiet huff of laughter as she turned back towards him. Amusement clear on her face as she placed the spider on the floor and watched it skitter away.

“ No cigarettes, unfortunately. Vices like that inherently damage both the environment and ourselves -- not my scene. But if I find any I’ll bring them around, ” she tacked on, clapping the dust from her fingers with light pats. “ As for me . . . well. I needed to get away, I suppose. People in this town aren’t exactly the most friendly types and I sort of just walked until I found this place. And you. ” Waving her hand lightly, she offered a sheepish shrug. “ Didn’t expect company in a dilapidated house apart from maybe some teens looking to partake in illegal substances. I really didn’t mean to. . . well. Disturb anyone. You. ”

#bowerssadist #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)#[ they're soft ]

nailedbats.

HOP HAD WARNED HIM NOT TO GO LOOKING FOR TROUBLE , but that really wasn’t what steve was doing when he circled his car out to that pumpkin patch where the ground had opened up , or back out to the junkyard where the dogs had been , or round & round the borders of town until the knot of fear in his stomach made him turn back toward home & admit that things were really okay . but they didn’t feel okay , & sometimes steve just couldn’t manage to sleep until he saw for himself – until he made sure .

but tonight when he pulled onto the dirt road to check for signs of anything amiss , the sun just about to set & casting long shadows , one was more solid than the rest . his headlights reflected off a black figure , & steve hits the brakes . his door is flung open without waiting for the engine to die . but his panic is unfounded . the dark shape is human , he realizes as he finds his feet , & even a little familiar . he’s seen her before , at school . she was new in hawkins , & definitely a weirdo , if her wardrobe was any indication . but it was her presence out here , so far from town , that made him feel most on edge . ❝ hey , what the hell are you doing out here ??? ❞ steve calls as he finally turns off the car , headlights dying & leaving them in the dim light of dusk .

▌ ℙ𝕃𝕆𝕋𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕆ℝ : @strangelydeetz !

Strange things called to her more than anything else -- like a magnetism that’s irresistible, even if she never really fought against it. Feet carried her through the sleepy, upcoming town without her truly realizing where or why. Ignoring every other soul she crossed paths with - their looks - and went further and further. Soon streets gave way to dirt paths and before long she found herself out in a field. Pumpkins as far as the eye could see and yet it wasn’t the orange that caught her eye. It was the sensation of being tugged downward someone among the rows, and Lydia moved. Pace quick and heart rate up until -- there.

“ . . . holy shit. ” The expletive fell from her lips as she stood just over a strange faded shape by her feet, the sensation near overwhelming from where she was. Crouching just next to it she took moments to look it over, fingers grazing the rotted ground with a sense of reverence. And then the camera came out. It was like it wasn’t THERE but it felt like it was. Just beyond regular sight and she hoped it would appear on film. So absorbed in her photos she missed the sound of a car, the lights dimming -- body bolting at the sound of a voice. Head jolting upright, Lydia fumbled to keep her crouched stance. Eyes wide and lips parted as she met the confused look that met her own. “ Jesus -- sorry I didn’t -- ” a hand pressed to her chest as she pulled herself to a shaky stand, expression far more open than she was use to. “ I was doing. . . nature photography, I think. I’m not actually sure, if I’m being honest. Nature doesn’t feel this. . . weird. ”

#nailedbats #💀 upside down is just a metaphor for death (Stranger Things)#[ oh boy HERE WE GO ]

i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

“No Feet” 👻 (Beetlejuice,1988) 👻

#💀 i myself am strange & unusual (lydia)

starcourtking.

“You know, girls aren’t usually so bold when they stalk me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone just take my picture like that before.” Unless you counted Jonathan Byers, but that had been a totally creepy photo shoot involving Nancy. The guy hadn’t meant any harm, but seriously–who did that kind of shit? And this girl was definitely just as weird–if not weirder.

“You work for a paper or something? Or…is this a personal collection…?” Just how creeped out did he need to be? At least he had learned his lesson last time this sort of thing happened; breaking peoples’ cameras was an expensive hobby.

Fingers tapped lightly over the camera casing - the only tell on her impassive expression that she was remotely phased by this. People were just. . . a lot to handle most of the time. Especially when they radiated social energy -- something she lost the will for years ago. But she had been rude and he hadn’t called her names yet, so the least she could muster was civility.

“ -- personal, mostly. Maybe a gallery some day, ” came the soft, offhanded remark as she finally let go of the camera, its weight settling as she gave him her full attention. “ It sounds stalker-ish, I’ll give you that, but it’s something I’ve been working on since New York. A perspective of the world from the eyes of isolation, ” Lydia muses, a slight wry smirk on her features as she settles against the bleachers. “ Some people, some places -- all at a distance with some distinct blur. Of course if you’d rather I burned the photo on development, I can. It’s your right, after all. ”

#starcourtking #💀 upside down is just a metaphor for death (Stranger Things)

bowerspsycho.

“Hey—-I’ll be the first to admit they’re a bunch of dicks. Last I checked, I didn’t lay a hand on ya.” Though he certainly would LIKE to, “I’m not a bad guy, just, not a great one either…anyway, I’m just tryin’ ta be nice to ya, ya don’t need ta getcha ya panties twisted in a knot.” Hands lift, giving the female an exaggerated shrug, his lips pulling into a large smile “If ya wanna be mad at anyone, be mad at Henry—he’s the one who makes the first move. Ya don’t like it, do somethin’ about it. Doubt the other guys would hit a lady…and I’d just laugh at Henry for being an idiot. Ya might wanna be careful ‘round ‘em too though. He might as well be a rabid animal.”

A few steps backward are taken as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, placing one between his lips before holding the pack out in her direction, his other hand using his lighter to ignite the tip. “Plus, I ain’t here with ‘em and I don’t have any intention on BOTHERIN’ ya like they do. I was just curious about what the hell ya were doin’.”

Her eyes are narrow and lips pulled into a tight grimace as she stares at him. Eyes boring into him as if sussing out the truth. She’d always been good at reading people. Always knew what to look for. But with him she just felt. . . off kilter. Mixed signals. It was strange and Lydia couldn’t quite put her finger on him. She didn’t let it show too much, though - expression set and unreadable. “ Just because you didn’t try to grab ass at me doesn’t make you any less guilty. Standing by and watching is usually worse than participating. It’s how the injustices of society are kept unchecked, ” it’s so simply stated and laid out. Not condescending in any way. Just a simple statement of exasperation.

“ Besides - I wouldn’t be caught around me if I were you. Bothering or not. What with rumour being I curse anybody with a look of the eye, looking like a witch, ” there’s a wry quirk of her lips with her deadpan look as she crouched down to gather up her bag. “ So maybe it’s best you keep laughing with your rabid animal, questionably violent friends. And I don’t have to cast a spell on you to make you -- ” there’s a sudden jerking motion as she lifts her camera up and sets off the blinding flash. As close to a jesting ‘intimidation’ tactic as someone like her got -- “ Leave me alone like the rest of them. ”

#bowerspsycho #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)

infantiicide

@strangelydeetz

❝ You had my heart, at least for the most part. ‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime, we fell apart, Let’s make a new start. ❞

#💀 What happened to the soul you used to be? (Lydia&Patrick)#💀 memento mori (save tag)#[ AAAAAAAAAAAH ]#[ YELLING IM YELLING ]#[ HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL ]#[ THIS IS??? GORGEOUS WAAAHHH ]

bowerspsycho.

Patrick is at her side, observing CURIOUSLY, “—Huh. Never thought ‘bout it like that.” He’d blink, his gaze focusing at the waterfall. He hopes she doesn’t get to close, she might find HIS spot, not that there was anything STRANGE there like his other spots, but its the one place that he can be fully ALONE. “Derry has quite a few places good for photography.” Why is he being nice? “The house on Neibolt is the best place though—totally your style.” Soon as she looked up, she would recognize him as being apart of that gang that harassed her on her first day of school…though Patrick hadn’t done much but LAUGH—as always. “You’re…Lydia, Ain’t ya?”

The shutter of the camera was loud in the calm of the clearing, Lydia’s attention solely on capturing the moment even as the guy kept talking. There wasn’t a shred of animosity in her - just quiet acceptance and tolerance of another’s presence. The familiarity of his voice prickled at her mind, but she couldn’t confirm it until she finally lowered her Nikon on turned. The last person she expected to find was one of the ‘Bowers Gang’ that everyone colloquially coined them. Flashes of jeering and attempted skirt flipping in her mind’s eye as she slowly stood, frowning just a touch more as her earlier calm seeped away.

“ Yes. Didn’t your pack leader say as much, ” she deadpanned quietly, the sound of the lens cover snapping into place accenting her words. “ You’ll have to pardon me if I’m skeptical of any secluded place you or your friends would suggest. Considering the last time I came within five feet of you all- ” a drawn out pause as she took a pointed step away from him, leveling a stare. “ I’d say it’s hazardous to my health. ”

#bowerspsycho #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)#[ aww pat you're trying ]

" That way’s not a good way to go. ” The words are out of her before she can help it, rounding toward the other with a tight look. Expression grim and gaze flitting over his shoulder and then back. Almost imploring even in silence. “ No offense to your town but . . . they could use some child endangerment rules, ” Lydia trailed off, hand fidgeting with the hem of her shawl, lips thinning out. “ Or at least delinquent watch. Couple guys over there that seem intent on stealing more than lunch money. So just . . . be careful. ”

@couldntcutit liked for a starter.

#couldntcutit #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)

" Don’t move.” A gentle hand touched the shoulder of the kid as he had begun to pass, her expression serious as she stared just beyond his head. Focused solely on the reflection in the store window. A step. Then another - her body angling just beyond his until she snapped the photo. Then another. Eyes soft as she glanced toward him with a slight smile. “ Sorry about that. The sun had a nice halo on you -- it made for a nice photo. Your face wasn’t in it, either. Anonymous -- ” she hesitated, a sheepish look at the kid, “ But I can burn the photo when it’s developed, if you want. ”

@bathtook liked for a starter.

#bathtook #💀 the dead don't stay dead (IT verse)

photographiic.

【@strangelydeetz】: ‘ what the hell was that? ’

》First Blood「No Longer Accepting! 」

Peering through their photography collections, bonding over what they showed, Jonathan felt himself tense up as soon as the first traces of the Demogorgon appeared & the evidence Jonathan had picked up along the way.

❝ I, uh… ❞ He knows that he would sound absolutely MAD, just like how his mother did at first. ❝ My brother, he, um… He went missing for a while. This right here? ❞ He points to the outline of the creature in the background. ❝ It took my brother, along with many others. It’s… We, uh, We call it The Demogorgon, ❞ He explains, his fingers shaking over the page.

❝ I suppose it was kinda like we had a war with them for a few years. ❞

Hunched over the collection of photos, surrounded by captured moment -- Lydia felt completely at ease.It wasn’t often she found another who could see the world as she did. Through a lens and moments, fleeting and poignant. It’s enough to bring a small smile to her face as she catches glimpses of the town. Of people -- but it’s a creature she stops on. Blurred. Terrifying. But rather than an artistic shot of a monster statue, Jonathan claimed it was real with such sincerity that her incredulity. Lips parted slowly as her wide eyes flick between the photo and his face.

“ No shit -- you’re not just trying to make the next Bigfoot, right? ” there’s a huff of laughter with her words as she holds the photo closer to the light, turning it with her brows furrowed. “ If people were missing so much, how come it didn’t make national news? No offense -- but I know dad would have been all over something like that. Publicity and a way to make a buck, his version of the ‘Deetz’ way-- ” she trailed off with a shake of her head, unable to keep the hint of disdain as she places the photo among the rest. Transfixed.

“ But still . . . shit. It looks pretty real. ”

#photographiic #💀 upside down is just a metaphor for death (Stranger Things)#[ lydia questioning but also -- ]#[ super hoping this is legit because she's into it ]

dinastiachow-fan-blog

Visit Original Link

David Bowie - Life On Mars?

#💀 shake shake shake senora (music)#[ this song really reminds me of Lydia ]

“ i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity. ”

more misc memes - accepting

Gaze softens in increments, his words resonating deep within her. Pen slowing over the paper she’d been aimlessly writing on, Lydia looks up towards him. Really looks. A faint quirk of her lips, almost saddened - distant - as she nods faintly.

“ – I know what that’s like. Being forgotten, left behind… Invisible. ” Her words quiet, strained as she folds the corner of the book, closing it with a gentle thud. Thoughtful. “ At least with death the world will just fade away. Like sleep. But you feel every moment when you don’t exist to the rest of the world. ”

#urdaed #💀 meme replies #💀 v; my life is a dark room (pre-film)

" Grownups wanna fix things -- When they can't it only fills them with shame So they just look a w a y-- Is it being greedy to NEED somebody to see me?

AND SAY MY NAME? " temp dash only | rules

#horror rp #beetlejuice rp #stranger things rp #IT rp #💀 a bold departure from the original (selfpromo)

leneemusing

more misc memes

“ change isn’t easy. ” “ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ” “ i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad. ” “ what did you want to tell me? ” “ it was supposed to be simple. ” “ you’ve got blood on your shirt. ” “ you can stay with me. ” “ what did you want to show me? ” “ i miss ____ more than i thought i would. ” “ i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know. ” “ shut up. please. ” “ fuck off. ” “ hush, i’m trying to kiss you. ” “ you’re lucky you’re cute. ” “ i fucked up. ” “ i just want to take it all back. ” “ i can’t sleep. ” / “ can’t sleep? ” “ we should get a pet. ” “ if you have something to say, spit it out. ” “ i’m allowed to be angry. ” “ she/he aint even that cute. ” “ just hold me. ” “ do you want me to go? ” “ i just need time. ” “ i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that. ” “ nothing you can say will surprise me. ” “ everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind. ” “ death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago. ” “ i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity. ” “ listen to me, please. ” “ i’m not even sure what to say to that. ” “ that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t. ” “ am i supposed to care? ” “ i do care. ” “ you make me happy. ” “ you look beautiful like this. ” “ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ” “ it terrifies me. ” “ just let me show you how i feel. ”

#💀 read from the book and perform the ritual (meme tag)

“ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ”

more misc memes - accepting

Fingers skimmed over unique baubles - pausing every now and then over truly grotesque or bizarre collectors items. Normally impassive features were an open book, admiring and accepting of the little antique store and what it held. Hungry for their histories. But as the voice cut through the musty little shop, the shutter fell over her once more. Closed off. Aware of herself as she turned to look at the other girl.

“ Life’s not always about partying, socializing, and enslaving oneself to the capitalist’s carbon made dream, ” came Lydia’s even reply, brow raised just a notch. “ Stopping and seeing the world as it, is, what it offers, is sometimes more fulfilling than the hottest trends. Reminds you we all leave a mark. We have history, even in the smallest places, ” her hand drifts over to a small pocket portrait, looking to be 1940s of a nameless couple. Picking it up with near reverence, she runs her hand over the weathered frame. “ You should try it sometime. It’s cathartic. ”

#reapinghook #💀 meme replies #💀 v; my life is a dark room (pre-film)#[ lydia equal parts cynical and encouraging ]

“ fuck off. ”

more misc memes - accepting

Dark eyes were slow to turn upward, expression passive as hands stilled where they arranged her books. She STARED for a long, drawn out moment - the sound of a book snapping shut loud in the clearing. She knew full well when she was outnumbered four to one … Yet Lydia was never one to back down from pointing out an injustice. Namely encroaching on her own private time.

“ That should probably be my line, ” her voice was soft, even - apathetic. A hand gesturing vaguely to the rest of the forested area that lined the barrens. “ There’s a whole forest for you to vandalize, you realize. Seems trivial to have me move when I’ve been here the last hour. ”

#bowersblade #💀 meme replies #[ ohhh lydia darling -- no. . . ]

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

strange&unusual.