#hawklines

[hawkinsfoster]

@hawklines sent » "do you trust me enough to close your eyes?"

She was among the very few that he almost unquestioningly trusted; he wasn't about to admit that out loud, but it was true all the same. Really, she could get him to do almost anything if she turned it into a display of faith. Something that was way too easily weaponized, and she was using it to have him close his eyes?

“We're doing trust exercises now? Is this a cheerleader thing?” The sarcasm rolled off his tongue with practiced ease, but he didn't wait for her to respond to it. With an exaggerated sigh, like he was preparing himself for this to go off the rails somehow, he gave her a final look before closing his eyes. “I'm assuming there is no peaking allowed?”

[hawkinsingenue]

@hawklines gets a random starter they didn't ask for

“I just want to be at home watching either Sgt. Pepper's or The Shining.” She knows those are two vastly different things, but she also doesn't know the exact movie mood that she is in right now.

What she does know, is her social battery hit its peak and while she still wants to hang out with people, she's growing tired of the amount of people that keep asking her questions tonight. Her mother, being the ex-model she is just wants Ally to network, but the teenager is exhausted and moody and tired of fundraisers. So why did she seek out Dottie? She kind of felt like she might understand.

“Don't these events make you wanna die inside sometimes?”

[hawkinsfoster]

@hawklines » liked   my   starter   call   to   get   a   thing   from   mars!

“While I appreciate your keen artistic insights into my extraterrestrial creative endeavors, you can kiss my ass. We scoff at constructive criticism here.” As he talked a big game, he was already erasing parts of his linework that had taken him hours of agonizing over to create. Mars might scoff at criticisms, but that didn't mean he ignored them. “Got me erasing a lot of hard work here, I hope you have some ideas on how to fix these apparent problems.”

[hawkinsfoster]

⛈️: How does your muse react to to thunderstorms?

Sooooo Eric loves rain. Most hate when it rains because they don't want to go outside with the possibility of getting drenched or having the hassle of taking an umbrella with them or, heavens forbid, the brisk sprint to the car. None of this has any effect on him. When it rains, he loves to watch it coming down.

He loves petrichor, that scent that comes after it's rained on dry soil, as well as the smell that comes when the rain is on the horizon. In fact, there is a large chance that he'll be out in the rain. His father used to hate when it was going to rain because the distinct chance of his son going out in the rain shoeless and getting sick was high. To Mars, thunder is just a sign that good rain is on the way.

And he will happily stand in it. Shoot ball in it. Have his door open to watch it. Dance in it with girls like in the romance movies, or push them in it as a joke when they were trying too hard not to get wet.

It's one of his quirks.

[hawkinsingenue]

@hawklines gets a random starter they didn't ask for...

“If I could kill someone with my mind, I would master that power and use it for the greater good,” Ally manages as she flops herself down on Dottie's bed and growls up at the ceiling. She's being dramatic, but she feels like for once, she is actually justified for this, and she throws her arms over her eyes with a huff. “There is not a man in this world I want to murder more than Steve Harrington. His pretty brown eyes should be gouged out.” Yeah, so she's mad at Steve.

It's obvious of course the way she's saying all of this, but if anyone understands the audacity of men, it's Dottie. Worse than all this though, is that Ally feels stupid, and that's a feeling that she really doesn't like to feel when men are involved in the equation. She likes to think of herself as a fairly intelligent person, so the fact that she had let Steve even get her this emotional, kind of pisses her off.

“If I stuffed him into a body bag, would you help me bury him in the woods? I feel like we'd be doing Hawkins a public service...”

[sleuthscreams]

▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @hawklines sent: "Remind me why I agreed to this?"

Quite honestly, even he wasn't sure what would have possessed a cute cheerleader, mayor's daughter, and all-around mentally put-together Dottie Kline to join him on this wild investigation either. Suppose there were one or two general hunches. “Morbid curiosity,” he starts while hopping out of his van, checking to make sure his flashlight is working. “Compassion for the possible plights of those living under your father's mayorship being struck with danger?” Then he smiles. “Because I might be full of shit, but at least I'm cute?”

Twirling the flashlight with a skillful flourish, he hands it off to her. “Go on, I have a spare. Remember, we don't want that on until we're deep enough in the fields that we won't be noticed by anyone; we don't want anyone chasing us off before I know what's going on.” Closing up the van door, he left it unlocked in case they needed to make a quick getaway. Having to unlock a car while attempting to flee? Rookie horror film mistake.

Nudging his head in the direction he wanted them to go, he started walking. Hawkin's police and the government had been out in this field. About time he learns what's so intriguing. “C'mon, you follow through, and I'll owe you lunch or something.”

[teveharrington]

continued from [ x ]. with @hawklines.

dottie  imbued  steve  with  a  calming  presence  in  the  past.  when  he  saw  it  was  her  at  his  door,  he  was  not  expecting  to  open  the  floodgates  to  a  whirlwind  of  determination  and  no  small  measure  of  TOUGH  LOVE.  the  evidence  of  her  efforts  in  the  form  of  posters  and  buttons  for  his  imaginary  campaign  was  a  shock  to  his  system.  it  woke  him  up  more  effectively  than  any  cup  of  coffee  or  bucket  of  ice  cold  water  over  the  head.  ❝  wait,  wait—whoa  whoa  WHOA!  WHAT?!  ❞  it  was  like  he  was  hearing  everything  she  said  in  reverse.  he  backed  up  to  let  her  in  because  she  was  welcome,  and  it  was  the  polite  thing  to  do.  eyes  still  transfixed  on  her  mock  ups,  steve  began  to  shake  his  head  in  a  daze.  what  he  said?  WHAT  had  he  said  again?

oh,  yeah.  THE  TRUTH.  hawkins  was  no  better  off  then  it  had  been  weeks  after  the  town  split.  excuses  of  budget  cuts  and  lack  of  volunteers  or  construction  professionals  didn't  sound  so  great  years  after  the  fact.  steve  wanted  something  done,  and  the  best  way  to  do  that  was  to  roll  up  your  sleeves  and  get  to  work!  crap,  he  kinda  made  a  whole  thing  of  it,  didn't  he…?  good  goddamn  idea.  REALLY?  shit,  he  guessed  it  was,  maybe.  but  him?  steve  had  been  some  illusion  of  a  leader  before  in  his  time,  but  mostly,  he  was  good  with  the  support.  he  was  a  steady  hand  whenever  anyone  wanted  to  reach  out  to  grab  it.  did  he  really  have  what  it  took  to…  lead  the  town?  finally,  his  brain  caught  up  with  the  first  thing  she  told  him:  i'm  not  letting  you  drop  out.  it  was  SCARY.  full  of  responsibility  and  a  tiny  bit  of  threat.  steve  gulped  and  closed  the  door  behind  her. 

❝  can  i  get  you  anything?  can  i  talk  you  out  of  all  this?  ❞  he  wanted  to  explain  how  it  all  was  a  mistake.  he'd  gotten  carried  away.  okay,  so  maybe  it  wasn't  a  MISTAKE.  the  issues  were  real,  but  he  was  an  IDIOT  if  he  thought  he  was  the  man  for  the  job.  he  would  help,  he  would  volunteer  countless  hours  to  reconstruction  and  bake  sales  to  raise  the  money,  but  to  run  for  mayor?  it  was  funny,  right?  ❝  dottie…  ❞  he  croaked  out.  he  might  as  well  have  been  starved  for  water  after  spending  miles  and  miles  treaking  lonely  desert.  ❝  c'mon.  you  can't  be  serious  about  this.  ❞  his  hands  were  on  his  hips,  his  fingers  tangled  up  in  the  band  of  his  bathrobe.  he  was  not  the  guy.

[malenkiyvorishka]

"don't move - you're going to make it worse."

Kenzi lets out a hiss as she goes to dab at her scraped palm with hydrogen peroxide again, though she does at least keep her hand still. Stupid podunk towns with their stupid uneven sidewalks.

She'd been feeling so good too, walking away from her latest con with enough extra cash to treat herself to some new boots that she's been drooling over for the last few months. But she didn't notice the big lip on the next square of pavement and then BAM! Her hands and her pride were wounded. And of course to make matters worse, her tumble had a witness.

Well, at least the witness was Dottie. Kenzi was still getting a read on her, but from what she could tell, the cheerleader was actually pretty nice.

Case and point; bringing Kenzi inside to clean and bandage her scraped up palms. "You're sworn to secrecy bee-tee-dubs. I don't want to hear a single peep about this after I leave."