#atrohphy

[archivedsleuth]

❝   aw,  you’re wearing the shirt.   ❞   even before he officially made it the uniform.  he loved efficiency.    ❝   you’ve never looked better.  bet it was a hit out on the street,  right?   ❞

@atrohphy​     ›       sc.

[belasso-archive]

HAWKINS,     INDIANA.          a  small  town  that  he’s  come  to  welcome  as  his  new  home.     a  perk  of  his  job  title  is  that  you  can  do  it  anywhere.     and  a  part  of  him  thought  coaching  football,     while  simultaneously  teaching  physical  education  at  the  high  school,     would  be  fun-    he  was  somewhat  right.     it  keeps  him  busy  and  that’s  all  that  matters  to  him.          ❝     @atrohphy​,     right?     so  great  to  meet’cha-     i’m  coach  lasso.     ❞          hand  is  extended  to  shake  the  mother’s,     broad  smile  set  against  features.     he  hasn’t  been  apart  of  a  meet  the  teacher  night  in  quite  awhile,     and  there’s  a  certain  nervousness  residing  within  him  as  a  result.          ❝     nancy’s  a  great  kid.     real  bright-     ❞

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@atrohphy liked for a starter!

“i’ve had enough of this crap,” he finally announces to the stupid ass dumbasses and dragons party before bounding up the staircase. “i'm gonna go to the kitchen!” which is usually where mike’s mom hangs out, and she’s by far the coolest person in this house. well, at least she doesn’t bore beavis with nerdy games, anyways. and she’s pretty sassy at times, so she provides lots of entertainment. approaching the kitchen’s island with a shit eating grin on his face, beavis clears his throat to get her attention.

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@atrohphy sent: “don’t even think about it.”

hand hovering over the platter of freshly baked cookies that mike’s mom had just set out. he had waited until her back was turned and her attention was elsewhere before he attempted to swipe one real quick. however, she somehow caught beavis at just the right time. ‘ whoa! heh. you know how to keep a man on his toes. ’ it’s like her mom senses were tingly or something. stewart’s mom was nothing like this, and instead was totally oblivious to his misbehavior even when it was displayed right in front of her. ‘ how’d ya do that, anyways? ’

[gentsleuth-arch]

❝  what do you expect me to do with this information,  karen?  ❞

@atrohphy​   ›   sc. 

[munstrum]

@atrohphy​ :   you don’t need to be blood-related to be family.   *

( it   stings   in   a   way   he   wasn’t   expecting . )   munson - the - freak   has   built   a   piecemeal   clan   of   misfits   in   imagined   armour ;   if   anyone   knows   found - family ,   it’s   him .   still ,   a   relentless   drumbeat - whisper   echoes   in   his   head   with   the   pounding   of   his   heart .  just   like   your   father .   ( the   truth   of   all   predictions ,   said   iron   maiden ,   is   always   in   your   hands . )   ‘ blood   is   thicker   than   water ,   though ,   right ? ’   rings   clang   metal - to - metal   as   his   hands   mash   together ,   one   atop   the   other .   uncertainty   rattles   like   a   loose   screw   beneath   the   surface   of   denim   and   devilry .   this   conversational   ground   is   a   shifting   sinkhole   on   which   he   cannot   find   his   footing :   does   karen   wheeler   even   hear   a   word   he   says ?   head   bowed   like   a   bull   bearing   his   horns :   ‘ i   mean ,   you   can’t   escape your   family . ’   his   conviction   rests   dependent   on   what   she   says   next :   rebellion   is   in   his   dogma   if   not   his   descent ,  and   so ,   bull - in - a - ring ,   he   bucks   every   which   way ,   drawn   to   danger   and   ever   unsatisfied .

[b1gerror]

﹠     ⠀⠀    ⁽   @atrohphy​   ⁾​    ⠀⠀        ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴵᴺᵁᴱᴰ.

‘   well …   ’   and she makes a face as if she were considering the options, but it was more a kindness than it was any indication of her thought process,   ‘   it’s a seven year old’s birthday party, so i was thinking more disney, or something like that.   ’   she looks at them, smiling. something she found she really loved about robin was the exuberance that almost rolled of of her in waves. it was almost contagious.  ‘   i would have just grabbed mary poppins, but i think its out of stock right now.   ’

mouth forms ‘o’ shape,     stopping you in your tracks right before you had planned to go on a speech about how while nightmare on elm street ᴵˢ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ, it really shied away from true horror and —         disney movie,   seven year old.   𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 not horror movie situation.           “     RIGHT,   SORRY,      ᴹᴿˢ ᵂᴴᴱᴱᴸᴱᴿ— -          ”        the blonde medusa in the flesh,    you wondered if she ever wanted out of this town like you did.       “    it is!    i think it’s due back at the end of the week if i remember right  but have you seen,   or well, your daughter,    the great mouse detective?     still disney,    just a cartoon.     ”

[guilehero]

         the   wheeler   family   is   far   from   being   the   picturesque   american   dream   that   many   in   their   small   town   think   they   are.      while   he   loves   his   parents      &&      siblings   dearly,      he's   not   exactly   the   best   at   showing   it.      the   guilles   of   puberty      +      confusing   times   where   turning   to   every   corner   means   either   facing   death   right   in   the   face      /      another   apocalpyse   waiting   to   happen   has   rendered   down   much   of   his   boyhood   innocence.      times   like   these   are   rare      ;      just   the   two   of   them,      mike   staring   back   at   @atrohphy​   for   any   sort   of   reassurance.         "         everything's      'gonna      be      okay,      right      ?         "