#* threads !

[arcadiafound]

“Joyce?”  he’s calling out before even entering Melvald’s. Adjusting the way his jacket hung off his shoulders, Jim gripped the handle of the store’s front door and practically ripped it open, almost running into a customer who was on their way out. They lock eyes, Hopper’s tight brow scaring them into scurrying out of his way, clearing the front of the general store so he can properly... stand there. Hands on hips, looking around over the top of the aisles trying to find the woman he’s calling for.  “I swear to god if you’re off today...”

Soon, eyes focus on her, crouched in between two aisles and cursing when her restocking of the shelves accidentally knocks more things onto the floor. He moves fast to her, long legs bringing him right next to Joyce, and then he continues to just stand there, towering over her, eyes watching her struggle but not moving to help her pick up the fallen stock until she’s already reaching for it.

A pause. Jim moves his hand and lets her pick it up and restock it. The tall chief stands up fully once more, arching his back and moving hips forward to crack the tension in his lower back. Another awkward beat, but he spends it looking around the mostly empty store.  “Don’t look like you’re having the best of days,”  he slips the pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and waves it in front of her,  “so you’ll be down to say screw this and take your smoke break? You know, like the old days?”  Jim’s free hand grips Joyce’s and helps her stand up properly, and he’s back to looking at her, unable to read her expression. It had been many years since their time in high school together, but he approaches her asking for a smoke buddy as if they were sixteen again. The only difference is that he’s unsure whether or not she’ll agree to leave as easily.    //    jim   for  @ghostfable’s   joyce  ♥

[catastropheyes]

                           *     ARIANWEN OF AN SKELLIG FT.    @legendmade​​

                “BACK OFF,” SHE says angrily, wiping her blade clean of the forktail blood. in a quick flourish, the blade is placed in its sheath on her back, and she turns, grabbing the knife from her belt in order to grab her trophy. “this one’s mine. sorry if they said you’d get anything for it. they already hired someone to handle this,” she explains, guarding her kill from the other.

[arcadiafound]

continued from here, with @darkrccm​

Being the newest outcast at a prestigious high school didn’t seem as bad as shitty ABC Family movies made it seem  -  then again, Jonas was one to let things roll right off of his back. And this was especially made easy with his newfound friendship with Rachel Amber, who he found himself texting more often than he had initially expected. Jonas cherished his friendships but found them more difficult to maintain ever since he moved, for what was now the second time. In all honesty, his connection with Rachel was an accident: he normally had no time for popular girls, thinking the drama was a waste of time. At least when it came to Victoria Chase.

Jonas didn’t mind the lack of friendships, really. It was early in the semester, they would come eventually, and he liked to explore new areas by himself. It was dangerous in retrospect, but he’s pretty sure he could take any of these small town hicks if they tried him. A whole day of walking around another town, since he was already finding himself sick of Arcadia Bay, was mostly successful. And a quick Google search of places that were still open this late at night found him in a little coffee shop, awkwardly standing in line waiting for his hot chai and scone. It’s a bit uncharacteristic of him, he was never one to indulge in something like this, but it felt right, especially with the autumn weather turning into winter.

He doesn’t even notice Rachel until he receives his things. It’s when he’s awkwardly standing there, trying to figure out where to sit, when his eyes land on her. His face breaks into a little smile, and he beelines towards her, placing his things down on top of the table she’s doing her work on, pausing before speaking so he can take a sip of the chai. Lips curl into a smile around the mug, and he looks down at her.  “I can’t get rid of you it seems,”  Jonas chuckles, taking his seat across from Rachel. 

[arcadiafound]

@ghostfable​  has  asked  ...  “Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?” - bea to mae

They pause right behind Bea, giddy expression falling hard off of their face. They are absolutely drowning in the windbreaker hanging from their shoulders, sleeves swallowing their hands but that doesn’t stop them from crossing them hard across their chest, digging the heels of their boots into the muddy dirt underneath them.  “Why don’t you stop pretending you don’t have a stick up your ass!”  The sentence explodes out of them, amber eyes exploding wide.  “We are literally just going to the library, not everything is going to end in death and destruction and pain! And this is coming from me! I’m trying to get you to lighten up while being haunted by a ghost and having God visit my dreams!”  Their head rolls back and their arms fall from across their chest, extending up towards the night sky in what looks like a stretch, but Mae is just trying to calm themselves down.

“Okay, jesus, sorry, but seriously, you are just so dramatic. You have been so dramatic ever since I came back. If you don’t like me, just say it to my face and stop lying!”

[arcadiafound]

starter call   //   @darkrccm​

He had been summoned from his bed twenty minutes ago, and Jonas was still trying to decide whether or not this was still a good idea. Rachel, on their phone call exactly twenty minutes ago, had been practically shouting at him over the background noise of Vortex Club members chatting loudly at Two Whales. They had gotten dinner real quick and were now on their way back to campus to load up the rest of the folks so they could go to the haunted house a bit of a ways away from campus. Having stayed up late the night before with Rachel, talking and laughing and doing homework, Jonas refused the Two Whales offer to go and take a nap in his room before they moved onto the nights attractions.

Watching from the sidelines as Zachary kept dunking Logan’s head into the bobbing for apples water filled him with enough anxiety. Jonas couldn’t imagine the mess they left at the Two Whales booth. So Rachel’s phone call waking him up was expected, but he still found himself rubbing sleep from his eyes, putting his shoes and beanie on, all while trying to hype himself up for this. Rachel had said they wouldn’t have to do the haunted house with the Vortex Club, and she’s hoping they stick to that.

He’s smoking in the parking lot when the parade of rich kid cars come bounding in. Jonas doesn’t jump at the chance to meet Rachel until he catches her hopping out of a SUV, Logan’s presumably - Dana in shotgun, laughing about something. He sucks in a final drag and snuffs the cigarette out on the side of a brick planter, discarding the butt of the cigarette properly before catching up with Rachel. A smile lifts up his tired face.

“Hey,”  he greets her, lifting arms above his head in a stretch. One smoothly comes down on top of her shoulders.  “How was dinner? Sorry but bail on you like that, but I do need my beauty sleep, so...”

[catastropheyes]

                    * FT.     @soroite​   ophelia luceon     /     starter call !

                BETWEEN THE TWO of them, they were easily the most feared ravenclaws of their year. between artemis’ expressionless face and ophelia’s lack of speech, the two were a team most avoided -- and they liked it that way. they enjoyed when they walked into a room and everything fell silent. rumours ran abound, convinced the two of them had some sort of telephatic bond.                 it’s a late night in the library, mere minutes before curfew. “they’re at it again,” artemis says, giving her best friend a careful look. “they’re threatning the muggleborns. again. wanna have some fun?”

[catastropheyes]

                    * FT.     @rollingthundcr​     /     starter call !

                BRUCE HAS ALWAYS felt responsible for the commissioner’s daughter in some way. even before she took up the cowl of batgirl, he wanted her to be safe. accepting that he couldn’t protect everyone at all times was extremely hard for bruce, especially after what had happened with joker years ago. since then, however, she’s proven herself time and again, making it painfully obvious to him that she is more than capable of handling herself. still, when he looks at her, he sometimes sees the girl he wants to protect, and not the woman that no longer needs his protection.                 it was a particularly long night of investigating and the longer he stared at the screens in front of him, the more the words blended together. bruce rises from his chair, walking a few feet to the coffee maker in the cave. he makes two cups: one for himself and one for barbara. “here,” he says, giving her a half smile. “if i don’t have some i’m afraid i may just fall asleep on you.”