#lightspoke

[jimhop-a]

head empty just joyce hugging jim

[aleximedicusa]

lightspoke replied to your post: guys if you haven’t read dracula i am begging you...

i’ve always loved that he apologises to mina and mina alone

listen quincey adores mina and respects the shit out of her remember when he just got her a fucking travel typewriter because she complained once that she didn’t like writing with pen

[qwilll]

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT SPACE ,  where ,  the unexpected is expected .  nothing makes sense ,  sometimes ,   MOST  times .   like now when the Milano struggles to tear through this new ,  withering world .   practically comes to a standstill ,  and Peter suggests exiting the spacecraft ,  checking the thrusters .

that’s his first mistake .   even beneath the helmet and armour he feels the upside down permeate his skin ,  envelope him .   something has Quill in a tight hold ,  and suddenly ,  the Milano isn’t there anymore .   

Peter swears ,  tugging at his blasters ,  shooting at the thing   (  nothing  )   that surrounded him .   one ,  two ,  three ,  four ,  five fires later ,  and there’s a bright  rift  of light .  of colour .   of sounds and smells .  

he finds himself struggling towards it ,  tearing through the break ,  and falling right into Hawkins .

@lightspoke    /    s.

[killlercunt]

        ❛     here.    ❜    teacup is placed upon the surface of the table, steam coaxing upwards. tender glance towards the other’s way, comforting hand rested flat to her shoulder.    ❛    it’s green tea, i added a bit of honey. it’ll help you relax.    ❜

@lightspoke / starter call !

[wedtocrime]

    ❛  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 and blunts ? don't worry, i'm a cop.  ❜

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. /  @lightspoke

[flxbber]

// @lightspoke liked for a starter!

❝ ---- would you like some tea? ❞ it wasn’t really the standard conversation starter for a parent teacher conference, but phillip had already poured himself a cup. ( it would be very rude of him not to offer her a cup )

[jimhop-a]

𝘫𝘪𝘮    𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳    𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 .          ━━━          PONTIAC    GTO .

HAWKINS  CLASS  OF  ‘60 .     joyce   &   lonnie   went   to   prom   winter   of   ‘59   &   hopper   sat   outside   in   his   steel   blue   gto   smokin’   camels .     x

[jimhop-a]

&    IT’S  TRUE ,    WHAT  HE  SAID .     most  days ,    it  does  get  a  lil’  easier .     ━━━     &    some  days ,    the  truly  dark  days ,    it  feels  like  he  hasn’t  taken  a  proper  breath  in  years .     joyce  byers ,    however ,    remains  the  sole  person  allowed  to  see  him  so  vulnerable  ;     a  composed  mess  to  rival  the  seemingly  eccentric  chaos  he’d  witnessed  from  her  when  will  was  still  missing .     his  gaze  is  fleeting ,    even  at  the  touch  of  her  hand ,    the  WARM  CONTACT  it  brings    &    the  gentleness  in  her  tone .     no ,    his  gaze  is  focused  entirely  on  the  blue  hair  tie  turned  WRISTBAND  he’ll  never  part  from    &    instead  cherishes  as  sole  token  of  a  past  existence .     of  a  different  story .          ❝     i   did .     yeah ,    i   did .     ❞          in  his  infinite  wisdom ,    he  did .     jim  throws  in  a  grin  for  good  measure ,    but  the  effort  is  SOULLESS ,    glazed  eyes  finally  lifting  back  up  to  meet  hers ,    his  palm  shifting  so  finger’ll  WRAP  around  hers    &    linger  there  a  moment .     silence  settles ,    enough  for  the  veil  to  lift  before  he  shifts  the  subject ,    voice  hoarse .          ❝     how's ,    uh ,    bob   the   brain   settlin’   in     ?     ❞

━━     @lightspoke​ .     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 .