#screamsfate

[fatestricken]

@screamsfate​   asked    :    “   i   know   it   doesn’t   make   sense .   ”    @    jamie   !

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                    ❛   lyds   ...   ❜    jamie   starts   as   her   features   morph   into   a   caring   expression   ,   hands   finding   her   best   friend’s   shoulders   as   she   vents .     she’s   lucky   to   know   about   the   strawberry   blonde’s   psychic    &&    banshee   abilities   ,   or   she   would   have   a   lot   of   questions .     but   ,   right   now   ?     she   knows   exactly   what   lydia   is   going   on   about .     it   almost   seems   like   she’s   half   in   ,   half   out   of   one   of   her   fugue   states   and   that’s   worrying   to   jamie .     she   makes   a   mental   note   to   lock   all   the   windows   and   doors   to   prevent   her   from   wandering   off   and   getting   lost   ,   when   she   has   a   moment .     gently   ,   she   uses   her   grip   on   the   other’s   shoulders   to   steer   her   in   the   direction   of   the   couch   and   sit   them   both   down   on   it .     once   there   ,   the   brunette   grabs   the   blanket   that   is   draped   over   the   back   of   the   couch   and   wraps   it   around   lydia’s   shoulders   before   grabbing   both   of   her   hands   in   her   own .     it’s   an   attempt   to   ground   her   ,   to   keep   her   in   her   body   and   out   of   a   psychic   fog   ,    ❛   this   is   hawkins .     nothing   makes   any   fuckin’   sense .     just   ...   you’re   okay   ,   okay   ?     just   focus   on   my   voice .   ❜

[twistedstxrs]

♛➺ @screamsfate​​​​​​

☽↬𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻↫☾  

It was almost hysterical how fast plans could change, cause one moment you are making plans to watch the fireworks with your best friend then the next moment she’s dropping the news that she’s going out of town for the holiday. It sucked because there was no one else he wanted hang with but he didn’t want to hold her back, plus it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t survive without her. Even if he did joke that he was going to die of boredom without her.

Although it really didn’t take all that long before he started missing her like crazy, to the point where it felt like it’s been an eternity since she’s been gone. So the teen took a few days off of work and decided to dip into his savings just to go surprise her, after all she had given him the general location of where she’d be. Yet in a cruel twist of fate, that turned out to be the worst mistake he could have made. Cause instead of being with the girl he loved to death, the Californian spent the past few days living a nightmare. Doing things that scared him worst than anything his father could do and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stop.

It went on for days and by the time the fourth finally rolled around, things had gotten to the point of no return. But just when all hope seemed lost, a miracle happened. Jane, the girl Max hanged around with, managed to get through to him. All by talking about what she witness when she was in his mind, causing him to shed a tear and regret everything. In the end, Billy knew what he had to do. And he knew it was going to devastate the one person, he swore he’d never hurt. A soft ‘I’m sorry Moonlight.’ escaping his lips before he sacrificed himself to the monster, it was almost ironic that joke had became reality in the end. 

❝I’m sorry.❞ And while those were his last words before falling unconscious, all that was going through his mind was Lydia.

[wontgodowninhistory]

「 🌈 : @screamsfate​​​​ 」

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Robin still didn't understand how she was friends with someone like Lydia. It still left her speechless. She'd always saw her as someone out of her league. But she'd seen Steve the same way. And she'd never thought she'd even be tolerating the kids - especially Erica. More than anything Robin never expected she'd have friends, let alone ones this awesome. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I think you went a little too far with the style part. But you fluffed my ego with the rest." Robin definitely didn't consider stylish in any way. Especially not in this suit she'd found at the thrift store. It was a little baggy and big on her but that just added to the comfort. She'd even stolen a tie from her dads room to match it. Why the hell not? It wasn't like he was ever going to wear it. He dressed like a bagman in the same nasty sweat pants and stained tshirts - sometimes wearing the same one for over a week despite the fact that she lugged their clothes to the laundromat a few times a month. "I'll try." She knew she was smart but the giving herself credit was hard. Especially when she lived with someone that was determined to bring her down everyday. "But if you'd like I could curse out a few bitches that think they are better than everyone else." And they both knew that she would. "You pick the language and I'll do it in a way that they won't even know they are being insulted. They are so dumb they might even think I’m complimenting them."

[legends-and-savagesa]

Joyce didn’t often go to Starcourt.  She was usually at work and in fact had just come from work.  She wasn’t really going to buy anything just sort of looking around.  Joyce had just looked from the window display of one shop and almost walked into her.  “Oh sorry Lydia.”  She said.  “I’m usually better at not walking into people.”

@screamsfate​

[toxikoperator]

@screamsfate

Montana had lost track of how long she'd been dead. She embraced being a ghost though. She could literally be a god in this place. After her death she had been introduced to the other ghosts but went and did her own thing.

She had taken to watching when thrill seekers and such would explore the camp and she'd end up killing them. As she sat on the wooden fence by the front of the camp she watched as a woman walked up the road to the camp. "Hey haven't you heard, camp's closed." She spoke, looking at the woman. "I'm Montana, Montana Duke, the best aerobics instructor around if thats why you're here." She joked, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

Montana had every intention to kill this woman, add another ghost to the camp but as she got closer she got a strange feeling that this woman was different. If she had been alive maybe she would've been friends with her.

[itswrpnt]

        it’s  cause  to  shudder.     𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 .     even  the  slightest  of  movement  causing  eyes  to  dart.     a  sense  that   something’s  watching .     waiting  in  the  shadows  to   consume .     tiny  hairs  along  nape  stand  straight   ,    along  arms  rubbed                              as  if  that’s  enough  to  comfort .     ❛    you  think?    ❜     composure   ,    she’s  always  strove  to  keep   ,    but  her  voice’s  of  cracks   &&   wavers.     the  other’s  hand’s  clung  to  tightly  as  with  a   crunch   beneath  her  feet   ,    she  inches  forward.     ❛    we’re  definitely   𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 .    ❜     there’s  a  low  growl  just  beyond  the  clearing  ahead.    a   struggle   to  keep  the  panic  from  settling  in.     ❛    see   .  .  .   i  always  knew  there  was  something  completely   𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑫   with  this  town   ,    but  does  anyone  ever  actually   listen   to  me?    ❜

                                       @screamsfate​                            coɴт .

[for-remembrxnce]

Closed starter for: @screamsfate​ 

“You know Archaic Latin?”  There was surprise in her tone, yes, but also excitement.  No one else spoke Archaic Latin, or at least no one else that Bicé had ever met, but it was the basis for so many modern languages, and that meant that she could not neglect it.  But to come across someone else who knew it, here in this small town that was supposed to be only a brief stop -- she could not believe her luck.  She scrambled to allow the other a better view of the text (a very complicated array of morphologies in several different languages), eyes still a bit wide in her eagerness.  “Do you know anything about Proto-Indo-European?”

[titiansleuth]

[ ❀ ; @screamsfate​, continued from x

               ❛  𝖜𝖊   𝖆𝖗𝖊   𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊   𝖜 𝖆 𝖛 𝖊 𝖑 𝖊 𝖓 𝖌 𝖙 𝖍,  ❜ compliments   an   intrigued   lydia,   being   of   cultured   taste.   one   might   call   her   a   wine   snob,   knowing   plenty   about  those   spirits   from   the   indulgent   parties  (   and   her   mom’s   weekly   book   club   meetings  )   at   her   inherited   lake   house.    ❛   not   many   people   our   age   seem   to   appreciate   the   beauty   of   a   good   vintage   wine   ...      i   guess   true   ELEGANCE   really   is   a   rarity.   color   me   impressed,  ❜   plush   lips   curve   into   an   appreciative   smirk,   eyes   glimmering   with   her   full   attention   on   daphne.    ❛  that’s    such   a   pretty   shade,   kind   of   like   an   ORCHID  ...   romantic   &   feminine,   yet   sophisticated.   it’s   actually   one   of   my   favorites, ❜   she   adds.    ❛  i’m   thinking   of   having   my   room   painted   that   color.   ❜

@titiansleuth​  |  valley girl (1983) prompts  |  accepting  !

        ❛ i guess they're not too concerned about taste  ———  which is a  SHAME,   really. ❜  manicured fingertips tuck loose vermilion strands behind ear. fortune-favored, she counts herself  lucky  to be versed in vintage drinks, courtesy of expansive wine cellar and elder sisters who were too willing to share. she shrugs.  ❛ on the bright side, it means there's more cabernet for the rest of us. ❜  reciprocal smile graces visage, and she wears excitement well as features  LIVEN  at the prospect of walls coated in the mauvish hue.  ❛ you should! can you image how optimistic that would make your space? you'd be unstoppable  ——  and the  confidence  it could give. ❜  sentences are quick, and she reminds herself to take a breath.  ❛i'm in full support of that decision. ❜