#freakarc

[proudfrcak]

"It looked bad."

~~📷~~ "I told you, I'm okay’'. Jonathan sighed. He really hadn't wanted to let things get out of hand like that, but he’d seen these boys give Will certain looks. Looks that spoke beyond words. He’d tried to ignore it, for Will’s sake too. But when they started pulling faces at his little brother and laughing at him; that was when the older Byers boy lost it. 

He definitely knew how to throw a punch. Steve could attest to that. And yes...he did have to be dragged away again. He wasn't taken to the police office this time, luckily. Thanks to Hopper. He got off with a scolding; which would probably be repeated by his mom later at home too.

He finally looked at Eddie, "What was I supposed to do? That's my little brother they were ridiculing."

| @freakarc |

[mayfairtoast]

@freakarc​​​    ...    ♡

‘‘    pass  me  an  eyeliner  pencil,  will  you  darling?    ’’        palm  faces  skyward  as  her  hand  stretches  out  vaguely  in  eddie’s  direction,  fingers  waggling  absently  in  the  air  as  she  waits.    though  she’s  focused  almost  entirely  on  her  reflection,  on  the  way  her  eyeshadow  sparkles  under  the  shitty  lighting  or  the  cupid’s  bow  heavily  defined  in  a  garishly  pink  colour,  she  catches  a  glimpse  of  him  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  every  now  and  then;  in  those  instances,  she  flashes  a  smile  which  rivals  that  of  the  cheshire  cat’s  own.        ‘‘    i  can  never  get  my  damn  lines  straight.    ’’

[ndangerment]

@freakarc​​ smashed that mf like

                    her  after  school  delivery  to  ‘  eddie’s  ’  doorstep  was  unceremonious.  unexpected.  it’s  her  third  time  babysitting,  but  her  first  time  being  dropped  off  alone---  erica  is  pretty  sure  that  it’s  either  because  everyone  else  is  busy  or  because  lucas  called  in  a  someone  get  my  sister  out  of  the  hospital  so  i  can  cry  in  peace  favor.  either  way,  it’s  the  same.  she’s  traded  in  one  brand  of  gloomy  afternoon  for  another.  this  time,  with  company  that  might  actually  talk  back.  so  that’s  a  bonus.  “  hello?  ”  she  calls  out,  dropping  her  backpack  on  the  kitchen  floor.  her  pink  binder  remains  tucked  under  her  arm,  though,  as  she  ventures  further  into  the  house.  steve  had  told  her  where  eddie  was  last,  but  she’s  not  sure  if  that  actually  means  anything.  he  could  be  mobile  enough  to  roam,  maybe.  people  talk  more  about  the  state  of  his  spirits  than  his  actual  progress.  “  you  didn’t  die  again,  did  you?  ”

[chivalrites]

what's jeff's hangover food ? 🎤

ask me questions about jeff, I’m begging. 

Full dinner breakfast with pancakes, bacon, ham and coffee. If he is at home alone then it is a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with mustard and pickles. That is his everything food, actually. It’s warm, it’s cheesy, it’s greasy, it’s salty, it has pickles.

[fogels]

*             𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎  𝑑𝑒𝑙  𝑟𝑎𝑦      .        /        @freakarc​   ,             —                 𝗇𝗈𝗍  𝖺𝗅𝗅  𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾  𝗐𝗁𝗈  𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋  𝖺𝗋𝖾  𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍  .    

𝙳𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙻𝚂  𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝚉𝙴𝙽  𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  𝙸𝙽  𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  ,   demanding  life  from  the  cold  in  a  world  that  isn’t  ready  yet  .   she  warms  the  air  around  her  with  cigarette  smoke  ,   the  cloud  engulfing  her  and  eddie  .   

the  air  is  thick  with  spores  as  it  is  ,   and  they  remember  her  .   she  can  still  feel  them  sewing  the  insides  of  her  lungs  together  ,   until  every  breathing  was  like  tearing  a  seam  .

she’s  tied  his  bandana  around  her  face  .

it’s  hardest  for  her  when  he  quotes  tolkien  .   especially  here  ,   in  this  horrible  place  that  made  her  think  it  was  all  she  deserved  .  instinctively  ,   she  reaches  for  him  .   eddie’s  hand  is  thin  and  her  wide  fingers  lace  with  his  .

she  squeezes  ,   applying  affectionate  pressure  .   her  cigarette  is  summarily  put  out  to  stop  him  knowing  there  are  tears  in  her  eyes  . 

maybe  she’ll  explain  it  one  day  ,   after  his  concert  she  couldn’t  get  tickets  to  .  his  solo  debut  ,   and  she’ll  be  out  of  town  .   but  not  just  yet  .

but  if  she  says  anything  now  all  that’ll  come  out  is  her  sobs  .   she  hates  how  she  squeals  when  she  cries  ,   like  an  animal  that  doesn’t  understand  the  pain  its  in  .   but  she  does  ,    because  she  was  lost  here  .

she  forces  shaky  breaths  ,   forcing  herself  to  look  at  him  before  he  starts  to  worry  why  she’s  gone  so  quiet  .   daffodil  smiles  ,   nuding  her  shoulder  against  his  .  

𝔫𝔬𝔱   𝔞𝔩𝔩    𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢    𝔴𝔥𝔬   𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯   𝔞𝔯𝔢   𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱   𝖆𝖓𝖞   𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊   .