TIME AFTER TIME /*

𝙄 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂, 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 .

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ANNOUNCEMENT. THIS BLOG IS AN ARCHIVE. GO FOLLOW THE NEW BLOG @outoft1me

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ok working on jason's new blog with info and stuff

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im going to be reworking jason's information and potentially making a doc

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actually we are ... moving jason's blog !

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im going to be reworking jason's information and potentially making a doc

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@synchronzed ★ sent: ‘ just be yourself, sera. that's all i want. ’

oh, sera's about five minutes from staying home. honey-hair is still rolled in sectioned barrels, pinned to her scalp in a way that's maybe a little too tight. half-dressed and half-bent into her luggage, she knew she should've brought another! knees are rug-burnt from the half hour she's been pressed into the shitty shag of the motel rug, and her promise to jason to be ready to leave is about to turn into a tiny white lie. ‘ i am being myself, jay. ’ a huff. frustrated hands come up empty after digging, slapping against the milk of her thighs. then, quieter: deprecatingly. ‘ that's like.. literally the problem. ’

but an angel never lies! not even tiny white ones! not even when sera feels less like her usual angel-self and more like.. well, whatever someone becomes when they slowly begin to realize there isn't much beneath moisturized skin. just flesh and bone: ugly and wet and brittle.. seraphina clears her throat, torquing halfway to look back at jason standing by the door. is there an expectation he'll rush her? surely. chop-chop, snap-snap. but he doesn't. angeleyes look back down at the scattered clothes haloing around her kneel. ruffles and frills and pink, lots of pink. an outfit is in there somewhere: something sera. wholly herself. that's what jason wants, and his opinion has never been unkindly to her.

lips pull to the side as contemplation draws her fingers through the different fabrics. she settles on one buttery-yellow dress, yanking the obnoxious white plastic belt out of its loops. she wobbles as she turns on her knees, facing jason at the door with the fabric held against her chest. ‘ how's this? i think i.. i like it. do you like it? ’

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jason watches the scene play out, and he isn't mad at it. he could stay, we got all the time in the world he wants to say. and they do in a way. he leans on the door, chill, take your time he wants to say but it might make it worse, and the clothes laid on the floor kinda freak him out in the sense that he too would not know what to pick if he had to choose. he tilts his head for a better look, his eyes no longer on the dress options after a second but on her.

"hey no, that's like never the problem." he isn't being nice just to be nice, he knows her. on some weird level it's come to that between them, and jason never really notice when but he can see sera's face the true one not the one she puts on. he carries that with him so she doesn't look back. his eyes light up when she picks out a dress, and he's still looking at her.

woah. he raises both his eyebrows. "-i mean if you like it i love it. and. i mean it, don't want you to think i'm just agreeing with you to agree with you. yellow s'like a great color. in general. but on you also." and he notices how the dress makes her blue eyes pop. glisten, he gets a little shy with his own thoughts. blushes when he catches himself in the middle of it. rubs the back of his neck. fingers on his drumming to take away the slight sensation of being too much, reacting too much.

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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shopping. our muses go to the mall together, where they can shop to their hearts content and find a new thing to take home.

jason's never gone out shopping like this. he doesn't think about this stuff, fashion, dressing up. most of the time he wears what feels right. and he's keeping that mentality to go with sera. it feels right. "honestly i didn't think this is where you would want to spend the rest of the day in..." the mall is great. it's something different, quiet little hawkins feels...changed. this place almost feels like it doesn't belong. almost the way jason feels. yeah. okay. he's never thought about that.

they are actually shopping, even though sketchy seems to be happening, right under their noses. sketchy shit tends to follow jason right after. out of sync with the rest of the goddamn universe, it's like it freaking knows! he's trouble. "...y'know since it's like your half shift day." yes, he remembered.

"are we looking for anything specific or...just waiting for something to hit, dude?" he's never set foot on this clothing store. he's carrying around her bag, so she doesn't have to. it's early, jason supposes it's not totally embarrasing when no one's who's anyone isn't around. those people start trickling in later. he assumes. sera seems to be speeding right by, always somewhere to be. like she can't sit still.

jason knows, recognizes this, because he is the same. under normal circumstances. but! he's gotta be careful, he doesn't want to call attention to himself. the last thing he needs is anyone, the feds, some weirdo freak or scientist caughting wind of him, then he's toast!

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like this for memes !

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hi

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experiencing regular feelings re. jason

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like this for memes....

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jason is getting an evil brother

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Sabrina Carpenter and Joe Keery at ACL Music Festival (October 4, 2025)

[janedoez]

a laugh escapes her, short and punctuated by a flurry of smoke. she's been running from her past before she even had a past to run from. or maybe it's the other way around, and her past is the thing running from her. no matter what, it's out of reach. calamity doesn't dwell on whether or not that's for the better.

people are only nice if they want something from you. she rarely flashes a smile without tying an invisible string to it . . . a trip wire for future use. but she isn't selling a fantasy right now, nor was she doing so earlier when they talked out of the corners of their mouths for a few minutes. all calamity wants from him is to know what he wants from her.

he's got a funny way about him. when he talks, he doesn't quite make sense. she supposes they have that in common. calamity likes to make people feel dizzy, and his answer sets her head to spinning for a mere second. it's easy enough to brush past, especially after he turns the conversation around on its head ― onto her.

❝   if i told you, i wouldn't be able to run there anymore.  ❞           never let them know your next move or whatever. she carefully follows his gaze to blossom, which triggers a small smile on her face. [ god she loves that little bugger. ] with her free hand, she gives the gecko's head a soft pat - pat. ❝   doesn't matter where i'm goin' anyway, 'cause i'm here now. and so is blossom. you wanna say hi to her ?  ❞

she scoops the gecko into her palm and holds her out precariously . . . almost daring him to step closer with a quirk of her brow. ❝   ― don't be scared. she bites, but her teeth are real tiny. ❞

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jason lingers in this, passing by moment. how most people get to know him, dust in the wind or whatever. she's an imprint on the beach, the waves kind of wash her over all too soon. but it's her, everytime. maybe he's just that lucky.

"oh okay." it makes him smile, because it's not easy. and while sometimes he wishes it was then maybe it wouldn't be like this. with the humid air hitting his face and the swirls of smoke around them. "here isn't too bad, like i don't know it could always be shittier." at some point there was nothing but dirt, there's this place now for another like twenty years or so.

"blossom." jason tries to shake off the nervousness. he smiles with it. looks at her then at blossom, trusting. always trusting. it's fine. he takes a hand out of a pocket before holding it out to the small creature. "-hi blossom." talks to her like he talks to anything else, a soft chilled out voice. and he lingers, holds out a curled finger, expecting a bite. "she's cute. um. is she always with you?" it's a quiet thing, the way he's asking, like maybe he's asking more than just that. heart too big, it doesn't fit sometimes. and he thinks, looking at calamity with attention, secretly hoping that this is one of those long drawn out times, where their paths are tangled up and he can't see the exit ride sign just yet. he can't tell, it's too damn early. but he hopes.

[kassy-djomunson]

that body of yours is absurd

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like this for memes

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gonna send these now

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for older Jason y’all are just going to have to picture Joe keery but older