#pushdaisies

[creelsclocksmoved]

@pushdaisies said: ‘nobody loves a smartass.’

HENRY'S SHOULDERS RAISE IN THE FORM OF A LOFTY SHRUG. Being flippant is an art, and one that he's has had to master in order to make it in this terrible town. Hawkins doesn't have much room for sensitive people; it's made that abundantly clear in the suffering it deals him. The key is to not show weakness.

❝ I'd rather a smartass than a dumbass. A lack of intelligence is a true blight. ❞

[fe4r5]

" and you're just telling me this now , @pushdaisies ? "

[zoomingupthathilla]

pushdaisies asked:

“ it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent. “

Max couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.. -- Vent? It was almost as if the redhead didn't know the meaning of the word. "I'm fine.." Was she though? When was the last time she truly felt fine?

"You don't need to worry.. i'll be okay."

[carolinakncws]

for @pushdaisies​ | verse: post season 4

            ‘ So we’re living in a whole new timeline. At least that’s the extent of how I’m processing it. ‘

Evan had been out in the town when the ash started to fall. He, like everyone else, had assumed it was snow, that for this time of year a strange cloud must have formed in the atmosphere to cause it. The longer he walked, the dusting became obvious. He recognized ash from the many fire pits he sat around as a teenager and knew that something was wrong, that this was more than a house fire, or even a forest fire, for that matter.

What struck him the most was the ways everyone congregated together. It unsettled Evan as he made his way to the town center where whispers of the ‘ epicentre ‘ rang out around him. There were groups whispering together, some hugging, others trying to change the channel of TVs sitting inside coffee shops to the news. The ash was so silent and seemed so perfectly natural that Evan wondered, for a brief moment, if this was normal for the mid-west.

Hawai’i, perhaps, or any volcanic island that was used to ash storms during certain months ― but a semi land-locked state in the heart of America wasn’t fitting that bill.

He sat now, weeks later, with Julieta, a coffee warm in his hands. The burning and the ash and the ‘ volcanic opening of Indiana ‘ had calmed down, but the fear in everyone’s eyes hadn’t gone. He, too, felt unsettled and unsure of whether he believed the news story that a rare, but possible fault line had opened and with that came an underground river of lava. Well ― that had been ONE news story among many he heard, and happened to be the one that stuck in his memory of that day.

           ‘ This has got to be more exciting than touring, ‘ he teased, his habit of trying to lighten the mood always winning out.

[pseudolife-archived2]

"Molly is going to fucking murder me if I don't ask you when you're next planning a show. She's been a big fan since she saw you a few weeks ago." Trick's smile is boyish, the little gap between his front teeth adorable.

@pushdaisies ; TRICK for u starter call ; still accepting

[boltnsmoved1]

[  julieta  :  ❛    i'd  never  go.  i  just  want  to  be  invited.    ❜  ]

"  why  bother  wanting  the  invite  then  ,  @pushdaisies  ?  "  the  question  is  not  one  to  be  rude  ;  his  eyes  are  lit  with  curiosity  ,  lips  curved  into  a  friendly  smile  .  it's  not  something  he  would  get  ---  the  chance  of  going  to  any  event  ,  any opportunity,  too  good  for  him  to  ever  miss  out  on  .  "  what  would  make  you  say  yes  ?  "

[rebelcliche-archive2]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

right back at you! tysm! ❤️