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robin is 5'7", dustin is 5'5", and erica is 5'1" i'm intrigued where carol fits into this lmao

Carol is 5'0" aka the perpetual small of any group. What's that saying? The shorter you are, the closer to hell.

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She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset. A little taken by surprise - not in a bad way. In fact she felt the complete opposite of upset. What other way was there to convey her mild shock outlined with an even heavier guilt. It was just a little hard to put to word when Nancy thought that she had been at peace with it all. Is anyone ever really done with grief ?- With a sorrow that reminded her that she had failed to protect her best friend. A friend who’s last memory played out every time she sharpened a knife, loaded the wheel barrel for her pistol, or looked to purchasing another rifle. Barbara had only wanted to protect Nancy from a stupid decision made by a stupid girl wanting to give into the High School dream; and Nancy had left her to die. She might as well have fed her to the Demogorgon herself. It’s why she had sat in silence on Robin’s approach.

Silence first met with what is likely a nosy little comment; whether she made it or not Nancy didn’t hear. No, she was caught staring at a picture at the back of the yearbook of the middle school clubs - her own middle school yearbooks in a time when she hadn’t met Barbara quite yet. Even so, she wanted to reflect on the friend she had failed - and made a new discovery all together. And so, Nancy moves to set the book down to let Robin see it - a collage with Robin and Barbara sitting side by side - friends before Nancy’s time with her. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew her?”

@scoopstrooptm , Robin Buckley gets the first starter. :>

#scoopstrooptm #scoopstrooptm / robin #[ nancy wheeler ] ic interactions #[ nancy wheeler / dyn: robin ] you're right; you do run weird.

❝ you’re not what i thought you’d be like. ❞ from robin!

“ Disappointed? ” Teague struggled with the clarinet for a few more seconds before putting it down with a quiet huff. Robin had proven herself to be a breath of fresh air in a town with otherwise seemed to view him with suspicion and disdain-- as amusing as some of the rumors were they were quickly losing their charm. It had been a few days since he had agreed to let Robin help him. Their first “lessons” together had been to learn the ins and outs of various brass instruments. Teague had found this to be frustrating but ultimately interesting work. They weren’t necessarily hard to put together but their sound was very different from anything Teague had played before. Robin had proved to be an effective teacher. She wasn’t bad company either. “ I’m afraid I left my pentagrams at home but we could always play Sympathy for the Devil. That should stir Satan. ”

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#stranger things au tag.#scoopstrooptm #scoopstrooptm: robin buckley

❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ @scoopstrooptm / meme / Robin Buckley for Max Mayfield

Of course he’d pick me. Her own words play in her mind, reflecting a once guarded sentiment when she once had to resolve herself to her own violent demise. It was still there, that daunting loom of death sitting along side the tranquil existence she had long settled into. A pit that mirrored that deep rumble that was Vecna’s voice. There’s a reason you hide from them. She could still feel him, like a shadow sitting in the corner of her mind; a nagging feeling like she’d forgotten a word that sat on the tip of her tongue. But it wasn’t a sentiment she’d misplaced, no, this was claws sinking into the back of her skull. Easily ignored - yet always present in everything she did. You belong here with me.

Was it ironic that it felt so familiar already-

No, isolating herself is what he’d want. That asshole was not going to win this. This was a risk, and she fully agreed to it - it was her own idea. And so she inhales, turning her eye away from Nancy who had decided to recount her shells. “You said it backward.”

A pause, the smallest of silences before Max turns to Robin fully to offer the shrug of a single shoulder. “You said it backward. The saying is, ‘why do bad things happen to good people.” Tone comes more flat than she intended but could she blame her? They were putting all their cards on the table- if they failed she was going to die, and the world will end. And if they succeeded, she could still die, and save the world. No pressure. Max tries for a more genuine smile as she pushes her hands into her jacket pockets. “You really do suck at small talk, don’t you?”

#[ max mayfield / ic interactions ] do you accept the risk?; yeah fine i accept the risk #[ max mayfield ] I mean of course he picks me.#scoopstrooptm / robin #scoopstrooptm

@scoopstrooptm sent 🎁 : ( forgetful by cait )

even without the heavy sigh that tumbles from her lips the moment she plops down into her chair, it's clear from veronica's expression that the day hasn't been a particularly enjoyable one. still, she forces an exaggerated smile onto her face that comes off more as a grimace as she runs a hand over her face. " can i make a request? can you tell me how your day is to keep me far away from mine? "

#scoopstrooptm #scoopstrooptm; robin buckley #&. interactions﹙veronica whitley.﹚#i haven't gotten to write her yet so forgive me as i figure her out lmfao

❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ( robin for jeremy! )

JEREMY'S EYES WERE BEGINNING TO STING. He hadn't been up to take a pee break much less look himself in the mirror, but he imagined that his eyes were bloodshot. With a soft groan he rubbed his eyes, blinking away the black spots before refocusing on the screen. Every day for the past month Jeremy, Robin, and their ragtag film crew had followed a group of vampires going about their day to day lives. And every day for the past month Jeremy and Robin had gone back to their crappy apartment and carefully gone through hours upon hours of footage looking for the smallest nuggets of cohesive story that they could actually air. Unfortunately, for immortal beings with unlimited possibilities their hobbies all appeared to be centered on eating people and fucking each other.

The loud beep of their microwave followed by an even louder yelp as Robin presumably burnt herself pulled Jeremy's attention away once more. "You okay in there?" Robin gave him a half-hearted affirmative as she carefully carried two bowls of instant ramen over to the corner of the apartment they called a studio- also known as the only area they could fit a desk and two chairs.

Jeremy accepted the bowl with a small nod. To be honest, he was too tired to be hungry at this point. He ate anyway, mechanically shoveling the warm broth and noodles into his mouth. "Maybe we should just submit this to pornhub. I'm sure they'd like that," he glanced at the current paused clip showing Laszlo receiving oral from a taxidermized fox head, "or at least some of them would."

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