#itsbllshit

[blondmattel]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @itsbllshit!!!   we’ve known each other for a long time now, and i’m so glad we’re still friends. you’re wildly talented and genuinely so funny, and it’s a pleasure to know you. i hope you have a good day, because that’s what you deserve!!

[paintedclaws]

        “nevermore students totally use social media just as   much as normies do!  not to sound stalkerish or anything, but i kinda know a lot about you, nancy wheeler.”  she sips on her iced latte for a moment, a pointed look on her face.  she’d say nancy was more popular by association than popular by herself, but it was two sides of the same coin.  “the way you went from dating steve harrington to jonathan byers is like, the stuff of romcoms.”

@itsbllshit​ !     starter call.

[inkfng]

he stepped out of a bad 1980s film, leather jacket, earrings, and all.  

okay one, ow. second IT GETS ME LAID?!

[mayfie1d]

“   how is it that you’re never scared ?   ”

@itsbllshit​ liked for a small starter

[nghtmarish-moved]

     "      𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐢'𝐦  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨  𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞,  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫,      "     clearly  he  wasn’t,  he  had  saw  what  happened  with  chrissy  and  he  had  just  ran.     something  had  told  him  even  if  he  hadn’t  and  he  called  the  police,  no  one  would  believe  him  anywhere  and  he’d  rather  be  running  and  free,  knowing  he  was  innocent,  than  locked  up  and  knowing  he  was  innocent.     eddie  didn’t  know  what  help  he  could  be,  he  had  been  pulled  into  all  of  this  and  he  knew  there  was  something  more  going  on  in  hawkins,  but  he  wasn’t  a  hero.     he  wasn’t  like  harrington,  or  dustin,  or  nancy.     he  was  a  coward.     he  knew  it  and  he  didn’t  want  to  let  all  of  them  down.     hands  rub  at  his  face,  looking  up  at  her  finally  and  he  shrugged  his  shoulders,      “     i’m  not  like  you  lot.     i  don’t  know  if  i  can  do  this,      ”

@itsbllshit​      /       𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  ;  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[wheelerwinemom]

@fatherscurse @itsbllshit​

“What do you mean, you called him?” Pure confession had spread across Karen’s face as she’d turned around to see her daughter standing on the staircase, but she kept standing in the threshold with Jim just outside the door. Ted was out with Holly and Mike was with his friends – and honestly, Karen had been looking forward to spending some mother-daughter time. 

“Is something going on, are you all right?” she asked Nancy with a frown on her face, immediately worried and glancing back and forth between her daughter and Hop. Why had Nancy called the police? The mother still hadn’t let the man in – but her focus had been solely on her child.

[slasharch2]

             there were plenty of other things john bender could think of to do with his night other than escort a drunken nancy wheeler home. especially after the girl spilled a drink full of red dye number 40 all over his favorite flannel shirt. he’d have to throw it away just to hide it from his parents, and it’s not has if he had an unlimited supply of clothing, nor money to buy more. none of this is said aloud, though, not as he grabbed nancy lightly by the elbow and pulled her towards the old and nearly broken down station wagon parked a block down the street. the short gusts of wind raise goosebumps on bender’s bare arms, but he doesn’t reach for the jean jacket he’s already draped over nancy’s shoulders. he was used to be cold ; they didn’t both need to be.  ‘ you’re a sloppy drunk, princess. i expected more from such a pristine girl, ’  john’s voice drips with sarcasm, letting go of nancy’s arm so he could open the door, waiting for her to climb in.  ‘ you better remember where you live, wheeler. i’m not drivin’ you around this shithole and playin’ eye spy with rich people houses, ’     @itsbllshit.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@itsbllshit​ said: ❝ you know nothing about me.  ❞

               ❝   well   you’re   not   that   hard   to   figure   out.   ❞      they   shouldn’t   be   doing   this.      FIGHTING.      not   when   they’re   deep   in   the   woods   searching   for   some   MONSTER.      for   one,   their   voices   could   attract   that   thing,   and   if   it   had   taken   both   barb   and   will?      it   was   clearly   DANGEROUS.      they   didn’t   know   how   to   fight   it   either.      truthfully   this   whole   QUEST   was   probably   a   bad   idea,   but   he   wanted,   no,   NEEDED   to   find   will   and   bring   him   home.      and   nancy   needed   to   bring   barb   home.      they   BOTH   lost   something   to   this   thing,   and   neither   would   stop   until   their   loved   one   was   brought   home.      ❝   ever   since   you   got   to   high   school,   you’re   the   SAME   as   every   other   teenage   girl   who   only   cares   about   what   the   POPULAR   KIDS   think   of   her.   ❞