#freaktm

[terrorcheerarc]

it’s  true  that  time  loses  all  meaning  when  you’re  dead.  that  days  at  a  time  seemed  to  flicker  by  in  a  simple  blink  of  a  eye,  as  chrissy  wondered  between  the  world  that  had  claimed  her  soul  and  the  one  she  had  once  called  home.  she  could  only  stay  for  hours  at  a  time,  to  watch  her  parents  play  at  being  the  broken  family  or  jason  spit  bile  in  her  name,  but  the  upside  down  would  always  pull  her  back.  but  something  was  different.  a  shift  in  the  atmosphere.  she  had  seen  his  friends  mourn,  learnt  of  his  death  through  a  defiled  missing  poster  and  dustin  henderson’s  tender  words.  and  when  she  was  inevitably  pulled  back  there  he  was,  @freaktm​  standing  before  her  as  something  different.  another  changed  by  this  world.    ❝   eddie   -    ❞    she  starts  to  take  a  step  towards  him  but  halts,  a  twisting  in  her  gut  holding  her  back.  he  isn’t  like  her.  he’s  something  else  entirely.    ❝   what   -   what  happened  to  you?   ❞    

[robinbckleya2]

whats amata with me ....... whats amata with u .....

nothing’s amata with me.... just sick w my love and admiration for u..... that’s .... amata.....

[codedeargentmoved]

@freaktm​ liked for a starter

Allson was sitting at the picnic table in the middle of the forest. Carving her intials into the table with her knife she kept in her boot. A branch cracked making her look up. No one was there. It didn’t sound like a small forest animal scurrying around the open space. She got up weilding her blade. “You.” She said, lowering her weapon when he came into view.. He made quite the show at lunch earlier today. “Eddie, right?” She put her blade back in her boot. 

[savethem]

      @freaktm​ said ❝ look, i’m just trying to turn that frown upside down. ❞  

     brows pursed together , reserved yourself to sitting in silence , perplexed expression.    you’d spent enough time around the party that you’d grown familiar with the many ways they’d have fun.   a trip to the mall, watching films and eating food.    you’d even spent enough time watching them play games in the basement , ones that you never quiet understood but enjoyed to watch nonetheless.      but with loud music playing in the background as eddie munson did his best elaborate character performance , you’d remained confused.     his hair was as long as yours , something you’d not seen on anyone other than girls before and the way in which he dressed and spoke carried something different and new.        the music, however?    loud.   

           “ is it...is it supposed to sound like that? ”    is it supposed to sound angry?    is it supposed to be loud enough to drown out the words that the singer was saying.    it was different than anything you’d heard before.   you hadn’t even known it existed.     “ why do you like it? ”

[chivalrites]

"I'd totally fuck you. . . up, emotionally." :(

send "I'd totally fuck you." my for my muses reaction to yours saying it.

❝ Oh, you try. ❞ Surely Eddie is talking about DND. He’d never hurt him in any other context. ❝ But I’m resilient! ❞

[codecracked]

she's a ten but didn't befriend eddie until he was in hiding

he's a ten but was too lame to befriend robin until he was in hiding and she was trying to save his ass

[robinbckleya2]

sits in ur askbox ...... hey

trips and falls over .... hey what's up

[terrorcheerarc]

❝   oh   -    ❞    the  snap  of  a  twig  grabs  her  attention.  gentle  fingers  that  had  been  tracing  the  names  and  well  wishes  painted  across  her  cast  in  green  and  yellow  sharpie  still.  the  student  body  of  hawkins  high  had  made  a  show  of  caring  for  their  queen,  but  she's  soon  forgotten  once  the  bell  rings.  barely  a  phone  call,  a  hand  dropping  hers  the  minute  they’re  out  of  sight,  because  chrissy  is  no  longer  perfect.  she’s  merely  hanging  onto  the  dregs  of  popularity  as  the  school  year  crawls  to  an  agonising  end.    ❝   hi,  eddie.   ❞ 

she  hasn’t  spoken  to  @freaktm​​  since  she  almost  died.  hadn’t  wanted  to  draw  any  suspicious  gazes  his  way.  not  since  her  story  had  been  sold.  that  she  had  tripped,  that  her  eyesight  had  been  getting  worse  and  she  hadn’t  wanted  to  tell  anyone.  she  couldn’t  tell  them  about  the  monster  who  had  snapped  her  bone  with  only  a  touch   -    who  had  tried  to  take  her  eyes.  she  has  glasses  to  correct  the  blurriness,  now.  allowing  faces  to  come  back  into  focus.  they’re  tucked  away  in  her  bag,  stored  in  a  barely  opened  case.   why  hide  such  beautiful  eyes?    ❝   i  didn’t  think  anyone  would  come  out  here.   ❞    and  she  had  needed  an  escape.  chrissy’s  standing,  now.  trying  to  detangle  quivering  legs  from  the  old  wooden  bench.    ❝   i   -   i  can  go  if  you’re,  um,  meeting  someone   -    ❞